There was not an event in my life I could remember where he was not present. So my fathers perceived absence from my game was troubling. It really was his presence I craved and desired, regardless of how close or far away he was. This was especially true for my sports games.
What makes a good father? That has been a question on my mind, more so of late. In preparation to have my first child, this thought was one that near consumed me at times. And now that Jamieson is here... Continue Reading →
Preacher on the Run... 