My family : Our home

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.  

Currently living in West China.

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.