Road to Tennessee: Part 6

Harmonious Tidal Systematic Sclerosis is a complicated disease. Its prognosis is typically 5-10 years depending on the severity. What we’ve come to discover with all this is numbers don’t really mean anything. It’s such an unknown disease, the “how” of it all isn’t really understood. This leaves both of us in a constant wave movingContinue reading “Road to Tennessee: Part 6”

Road to Tennessee Part 3

You Can’t See What You Don’t Feel Up to this point I’ve alluded to what my wife experienced with her illness. The truth is, as an observer it’s challenging to understand the depth of her pains. That’s the unfortunate task of the supporter, you have to watch the suffering without understanding it. This is notContinue reading “Road to Tennessee Part 3”

Road To Tennessee Part 2

The Other side of COVID Covid 19 was a world changing event. Even today certain businesses require masks if you have any COVID related symptoms. It was a huge challenge for small business, for children’s socialization, for political unrest, and the list goes on and on. For our family COVID impacted us from multiple fronts,Continue reading “Road To Tennessee Part 2”

Road to Tennessee Part 1

“How was Tennessee?” Over the last few years my wife and I have been through a rollercoaster of events. It challenged us to become better in many ways, but left us often lost for a path forward. We spent years fighting my wife’s health searching for a doctor who would have an actual path forContinue reading “Road to Tennessee Part 1”

Distraction

I was driving down the road with my family and got behind a silver car with the license plate “BO55”. The license plate gave me a little chuckle, but it quickly disappeared as our little silver boss began drifting into the lane next to him. It was so bad I thought he was just gettingContinue reading “Distraction”

The Boy and The Buck

High in the mountains, in the ancient world, lived a young boy. His hair was bright as the sun and was known for his curiosity and love for the nature that surrounded him. At eight years old he seemed more bonded with creatures of the forest than many of the eldest members of the village.Continue reading “The Boy and The Buck”