My father moved in with my brother Labor Day weekend of 2010. Snapper and I drove the 400 miles in a van to load his possessions. While it was kind of sad to think, we knew this was a momentous event. More than likely this would be the last time either of us visited the […]

My father is dying. Slowly. As he lies in his bed at hospice I sit here in comfort in my office wondering how in the hell I’m going to process this in some way to make it digestible. It’s a nebulous thought, still detached from my reality like the trip one plans to take in […]