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 because, they’re my Story.

And I love 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.  

We lived in West China for the past ten years and are now trying to readjust ourselves to life here in the states, where my life likes to say, "We live between Montana and Colorado." I'm sure we'll move again soon, but for now, northwest Wyoming is where our mail gets delivered.

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 most of the time I chalk it up to "such is life" and remind myself that if I "keep plugging along good things will happen," when no one else is around, I doubt it's true.  

I've never been published, I'm terrible at keeping up with great friends, and no student has ever stood on their desk when I left the classroom. Ever.

Secretly though, I hope they will.