Whenever I shave my face these days I wish my razor was a sculptor’s rasp — smoothing deep lines in my forehead removing excess skin from my jaw exposing my lines from 1999 with an expert flick of the blade…
Christmas came and went and as the sun set on the big day, we put our daughters on a plane to Houston to visit with my family. They’re there five days. It feels strange for a couple of reasons. First…
Until this week I never paid much attention to bullying. I’d never been bullied, I never bullied anyone, and so it was one of those things that make you cringe when you hear about it, but what can you do…
This isn’t going to be a fun post. I’m angry and need to vent. Today my youngest daughter, a freshman in high school, was cyberbullied. It was a brutal attack that had all the makings of a high school drama…
Keep walking. This is my faith. Twenty-six years ago I had none. Since my epiphany, however, I’ve relied on faith to guide me on everything. And since last summer, it’s been tested. Hard. I woke up this morning in a…
Patton Whistler was an attractive man of 35–caucasian with tanned skin and dark features. He married a lovely woman ten years prior, and together they had two young daughters. They lived in a spacious bungalow in Los Angeles. Life was…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
