writing

  • Your Reflection Doesn’t Lie

    I sat with my 14-year-old son recently at a barber shop in the city center of Ramstein. This was after a week’s long exchange about the merits of his haircut, his lack of enthusiasm to use the on-base barber- which… Continue reading

    Your Reflection Doesn’t Lie
  • The Home Team

    “There is no place safer on this planet than with me,” I say to my sons whenever there is something to be feared under the bed. Within the judgement of peers. Within the insecurities bleeding in their hearts.  “I will… Continue reading

    The Home Team