This year my family took its summer vacation to the Central American nation of Belize.
On Sunday we returned from a great vacation in Belize. I’ll publish a post about it at some point, but let’s just say that we loved it enough to consider moving there.
There’s an expression among young Caribbean baseball players that goes, ‘You can’t walk off the island.’
Last night I had a dream.
You are what you eat. It’s an idiom kids in the 70s grew up with that made us think about the kinds of food we put into our bodies. But something has happened since then that is negatively affecting all of us and causing us to turn away from our core instinct to survive. We’re eating more processed food than ever. And why not? It’s cheap. It’s convenient. And it’s absolutely pervasive in America. It’s also is filled with toxins…
I was raised at an early age by my mother and grandmother. Surrounded by sisters. Now I’m married with two daughters and a mother-in-law who lives in an apartment over the garage. I’m a good father. I know this because I care. I openly love. There are no secrets between me and my daughters. I’m a good father because I have a reference point, two actually, to what it’s like not to be. But mostly I’m a good father because…
