Category: Story Time

Introducing The Reserves

Salutations, well met, and alternative third greeting!  I’m excited to announce that soon these Wanderings will occasionally be graced by an episodic fictional story told by yours truly.  While I’ll still be working my novels offline, I’ve always …

Pun Times

There are times when you have nothing to add to an already perfect moment.  When you get to sit back and appreciate the spectacle before you, a simple audience member enjoying a work of art.  Today, I had …

On the Ingratitude of Birds

As has been remarked upon by literally every parent, having a child changes things.  In this case, it resulted in a child’s obsession, a wall of chickens, and my growing resentment towards ungrateful birds.  My son loves birds.  …

So It Begins

One of the worst parts about military service is that you can be seperated from your family for mission requirements. In this case, my lovely wife has to endure nine long, grueling, humid weeks in Alabama. This is …

If You’re Happy and You Know It…

My wife attended an out-of-state wedding this weekend, and I—being the valiant, noble soul that I am—offered to stay home with our little one so she didn’t have to worry about the logistics of bringing an infant cross-country.  …

The Bottle Gymnastics

Just when I think we’ve hit our parenting stride, Ezran winks and says “hold my milk.”  His latest passion?  Winning gold at bottle gymnastics.  I sent my wife off on a romantic sunset boat tour yesterday afternoon—romantic both …

Rock On, Little One

Parenthood is full of joy, wonder, and horrifying surprises.  Often, those three facets get tied together in a neat little package that leaks something obscene out of a corner you thought you had strapped down.  Yesterday, my son …