by tim walker if you’ve watched a lot of movies, or even the evening news, you know this truth . . . escapes are hard.
if you’ve followed this blog for a while, you’re well aware of my small talk deficiency. after a couple of minutes, my ability to engage
if you’ve seen my previous post, you already know that i’m socially awkward when it comes to small talk. i lack an athletic gene, and
there are a few things missing from my dna strand. in addition to an absence of athletic ability—which somehow got passed from my father to
hey, parent, i saw that stream of posts about your kid’s accomplishments. yeah, we’re excited too. you’ve got a great kid. we’re big fans. congrats
when it comes to movies, i handed in my man card a long time ago. while many guys i know include movies like Gladiator and
there’s more than one way to get to where you need to go. it’s why i don’t just look up directions on the maps app
“We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear