Earlier this week, my friend Kevin shared this link on Facebook. Inspired by Secret Coders, Remembering and Relearning Myself.

The Life of a Conflicted Teacher. Working hard to make sense of it all. Another Iowa Irish Fest, Another Post about Doing What You Love. My wife has Scottish blood in her and just has to deal with me! They played traditional Irish folk songs, sang in Gaelic, and played some original work too. They will be in Dubuque in a couple of week.

While I am looking forward to not having to post tomorrow, I am committing to sharing my writing at least once a week. Finally, I plan to take the challenge again next year. I look forward to reading your work and your comments next March. My wife and I are having the talk with our kids. So, where do we start? .

I am lost with what to write. My brain just does not want to share anything. This has not happened at all these past 30 days. Each and every day I have found something in my day to slice about. My girls, my dad, my family. All these memories have been captured and will be there vividly forever. Having 2 little girls, I knew this day would eventually come. BOYS! Are you kidding me? I should have known something was going to happen when Mollie t.

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I am visiting my mom this week.

Maybe one day you will be a baseball player! July 16, 2015. You are now officially a big brother! May 26, 2015. Tomorrow is your 3rd birthday! Happy Birthday to my sweet baby boy! I love spending the day with you on your birthday, I just want to make you happy! I love you so much Blakey! March 31, 2015. You even had Gigi bring out her plastic eggs to play with and practice hiding around her house.

Bob Dylan is a God. On I Will Continue to Wait. On I Will Continue to Wait. On I Will Continue to Wait. On I Will Continue to Wait. I Will Continue to Wait.

Learning, Love, and Literature. I seriously loathe running on a treadmill, but every time I choose a long race to run, I have to train during the winter. Since my town is terrible at plowing its main roads, let alone its sidewalks, I have to run inside, either on the small track at my gym or on the dreaded treadmill. The sounds of passing cars, rustling tree branches, or fresh leaves mask my gasping breaths. The sights of dog .