I’m a failure. At least, that’s what LinkedIn could lead me to believe if I let it. See, I haven’t excitedly announced that I’ve started a new job or received a promotion. Nor have I launched a successful side hustle. Hell, I’ve never even made a “Top [Blank]” or “[Blank] of Influence” list of any …
Author Archives: Brian
Three names
I have a feeling that many people in the United States are content with knowing at most the names of three politicians: The President of the United States The Governor of the state they live in Their city’s Mayor That third one might even be a stretch. And perhaps that’s the problem.
Thanks Pierce Park
For the better part of the past 12 years, Pierce Park Elementary School, it’s teachers, staff, and countless volunteers have been a part of our family. Since our son’s first day of kindergarten in 2010 to our daughter’s final day of 6th grade, Pierce Park has been a consistent part of our lives. Our son …
I can’t
As I sit here in the comfort of my home, I can’t pretend to imagine what a day in the life is like for black Americans, or people of color in our country. It’s easy to use phrases like those to sound politically correct, yet be stunningly generic. So let me try again. I can’t …
Ends of days
Brighter ones ahead.
Big day
Today is a big day. As I type these words, my wife is in surgery for her final breast reconstruction surgery. It’s been a long road to get to this point. From a mammogram and chance early detection of a tumor in October, 2018 through almost six months of chemotherapy, a double mastectomy, and a …
Bridges
Build them. Burn them. Or cross them. But unless you’re admiring the design and architecture, don’t just stand there and stare at them.
10 in a row
13.1 miles. Over a freaking mountain. 10 years in a row. But this time the Race to Robie Creek was different. This one was harder. This time, I carried the weight of my wife’s cancer diagnosis and six month’s worth of chemotherapy treatments. Not to mention an extra 15 or so pounds of my own …
And then there was one
And then there was one. One more round. One more trip to the infusion center for Samantha. One more Monday sitting and watching liquid drip out of an IV bag, through a tube, and into the port implanted just under the skin in her chest. One more chance to thank Dennis, an amazing volunteer, for …
5 for 50
5 for 50. That’s the deal I made in my head. 5 months of chemotherapy for my wife. 5 months of doing everything in my power to shoulder the load of life, so all she had to do was get through her treatment. 5 months of making sure the kids got to school and time …