Get me outta here! From Broken to Blended. Widowed by Fate, Blended by Love. An empty house is like a stray dog or a body from which life has departed. The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

I honestly would not have survived these last three years without exercise and working out. It has been one of my most loyal allies, getting me through the days that I had no choice but to just get through. The body is often forgotten i.

Backpacking and philosophizing in the Grand Canyon. Forced from my warm down sleeping bag by a bathroom call, I was initially disappointed that the earlier starry sky had been replaced by a cloud bank; but now I stand still and just enjoy the rare perfect silence. Maybe when I peered into the canyon fo.

Spruce Run and the Sunshine Sister.

I try to stand up, but to no avail. I no longer feel I have control over my body. I drove back to the lodge on two wheels, getting there in a half-hour. Just enough time to shower and get ready for class.

I am honored to have been asked to participate in the Fatherhood 360 project, a wonderful effort that is passionately committed to providing programs, resources, and information benefiting all men who desire to be successful leaders, both in the home and in their career.

Journeys through fatherhood and single parenting, employment and the lack of it, and living from the heart Wherever you go, go with all your heart. And I remember thinking how did he know to put the pursuit part in there? That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue and maybe we can actually never have it. Four years is a long time. I wonder what kept him going, wh.