I’ve decided to go back to my old blog, anklebiter.net, and grab some writing I did when my man-children were mere babes. The other day […]
Therapeutic climbing
or, climbing anyway when my physical therapist says I shouldn’t but I decide that I know better I am losing track of the time I […]
band practice: or, failing at the spiritual discipline of patience during Advent
I know I have written before about being glad that the band, Corduroy, practices here in our house, feeling like the cool parents who allow […]
Hueco Tanks 2023, No. 1: 8 days to departure
We’re getting ready to go on a road trip. Less than two weeks to go now, and we’re already stressed to the ends of our […]
Climber-mom-rant, a retrospective
Last year at this time, I was thinking about writing a big rant about about how my sons don’t want to climb or be climbers. […]
Not one of the boys.
Growing up with only sisters, I often heard and accepted as funny, Oh your poor dad. To which we’d quickly respond, because we thought we […]
Let me be old.
I’m almost 50. Brian is 50. We still rock climb. This is not a surprise to anyone, except to us, occasionally, when we are picking […]
