Conquering fears, one bridge at a time

When Veronica and I first decided we would start attending Gig Harbor Church of the Nazarene, the biggest drawback in my mind wasn’t the distance, or the toll we’d have to pay every Sunday, but the mere idea of having to drive across the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. The Narrows Bridge – there are actually two…

Friends are friends forever

One of the biggest complaints about being a sports journalist is the schedule. Nights and weekends are not a rarity, they are the norm. Sure, sometimes this job means you get to cover games for a living and gain free entry, but when all the stadiums close and you are finished with deadline and the…

Burning Washington

Two weeks ago the sky was orange. The sky was orange and the sun was a ball of red fire. Smoke drifted across the Evergreen state bringing ash and the smell of woodsmoke. Temperatures were rising and the warm days combined with the thick smoke from Washington wildfires let everyone know that the state was on fire….

West Texas living

As many of you know, I recently spent a few days in my hometown of Odessa, Texas. While driving around my old stomping grounds I started to think about all the things I enjoyed growing up there. I know I give West Texas a lot of grief at times and it’s no secret that as…

The 30 day yoga challenge

If you follow my Instagram account (and if you aren’t you really should be because I post amazing photos like loaves of bread and blurry shots of my kid’s face) then you noticed some pictures of me doing yoga. The shots were part of a “30 day Selfie Yoga Challenge” created by Ali Kamenova a yoga teacher who…

An Ode to Single Parents

Veronica and I like to joke about how we are single parents most of the time. I work a swing shift, meaning I take care of Catarina from 8:30 a.m. until the babysitter shows up at 3:30 p.m. Veronica then takes over from 5:30 p.m. to bedtime and then is back on it at 5…