My family : Our home

To know me, you must know my family.

We’re imperfect, perhaps even reckless at times, but we laugh and we explore, and I love it.  Most of the time.  Other times, I don’t.  But then the sun falls and the moon rises and everything is quiet, starts anew, and coffee is brewed and kids knuckle the sleep from their eyes and want a hug and "can I have some milk please" and, well, I love it all over again because it’s my family. And they are my Story.

And I’m always a sucker for a good story.

 : Her :

A heart in the shape of a campfire and a spirit the size of mountains, she is my life-long editor, my hero, and my beautiful companion.

She is wonderful, in all the ways a woman can be. 

 : Them :

: 2nd, 1st, 3rd (4th not pictured):

They fill in the cracks with laughter and ring the walls with song.

She colors, he builds, she giggles . . . a lot.

What a joy, what a task, to be called their Daddy.

: Me :

A middle-class, mid-American born in the early 80's and raised on apple pie, raking leaves, and campfires.  

I currently serve as a secondary principal in central Montana.

I believe Samwise Gamgee is the real hero, that The Village is one of the greatest movies of our time, and that Stories have the power to change the world.

I have failed many more times than I've found success, and even though I chalk it up to "such is life" and remind myself that if I "keep plugging along, good things will happen," sometimes, when no one else is around, I doubt it's true.  

I am terrible at keeping up with great friends, no student has ever stood on their desk when I left the classroom, and my hair is falling out (a fact my students never tire of reminding me).

Yet, there is much to be thankful for, look forward to, and enjoy. Like road trips, laughter, and the anticipation of another great Story.