The climb of life is one we begin before we even know we are on it.  We don’t get to choose the climbing team we are born into.  We do choose the climbing team that we marry into.  If we’re honest with each other, when we said, “I do,” to our spouse we had no clue what we were getting into.  The glorious heights that awaited us and the agonizing depths as well.  When I look back at my climb so far, there are some observations that I’d like to pass on to you that should encourage and even chal...

As you know the world can really only handle one of us.  We ca...

“When will you grow up?”  You’ve either been asked this, or at least thought it when watching your children, or someone else’s.  What are we looking for?  And what is missing that would cause us to ask?  We all have a standard that we use to definine growth.  We expect boys to stop joking around and eventually get serious as they grow up.  Play should be replaced with work.  Skateboards should be turned in for cars.  And video games should be replaced b...

 We’ve all been wounded.  The person who would disagree with me, is most likely so wounded they can’t even acknowledge it.  It’...

This blog entry marks the beginning of a climb that I would like to take.  Though all members of the family are welcome to come along, I will be focusing most of my posts on guys like me.  Men who are deep in the trenches of trying to raise a family in the 21^st century.  A time in history that affords no man a simple walk on the beach.  Times have changed.  The America we were born into is a ve...