I was looking north up Colvos Passage, straining against the oars of my 9-foot Minto rowing dinghy. As the sun set, hundreds of lights began to twinkle, marking the other rowboats like little shining stars. Despite the beauty, I felt only disappointment. A few hours earlier, the Seventy48 human-powered boat race had begun. No motors,

It only was three years from the start to finish, but Shadow finally has an anchor installed on her windlass! I may do a full write up on the setup, probably not. Shadow did not come with an anchor setup, so all this is brand new to her. No more hauling up a heavy anchor

I saw a father in a park the other day. His son was clearly upset about something and acting out. The father squatted down next to him and was patiently trying to sooth him. Soon, the two walked out of the park, hand-in-hand, the son skipping lightly at his side. Meanwhile, several blocks away, another

Compassion means listening to someone’s struggles instead of discounting their discomfort. Taking the time to wipe away a tear. Covering their shame instead of exposing it. Sharing the load instead of ignoring it. Photo by Matt Collamer on Unsplash

This is happening! She will be here soon! In a few short weeks my daughter, and first child, will wiggle her way into this strange new world. A world outside the warm, comfort, and safety of her mother’s womb. Every day brings a new realization of what it means to be a father to a