About Me

Born in Columbus, OH. One of six children. I’m a new Dad, and created this site for my son, Atlas.
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Dear Atlas,

It’s me, your Dad.

Sometimes I don’t know where to start when I write to you. Today is one of those mornings. I’m torn between telling you how I feel, talking about the significance of the day (Good Friday), and remarking on how the universe seems to provide for our family ahead of your arrival.

When I was younger, I didn’t really understand what my Dad did. I knew he worked on a computer and was the go-to guy for people who didn’t understand how to use one. From clients to patrons at our church, Dad helped hundreds of people with their IT needs.

It just dawned on me that you’ll never meet your Opa. And that makes me extremely sad because he was one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever come across in my life. He was helpful, kind, and loving.

He was the type of guy who sincerely tried. While he had his shortcomings (we all do), those aren’t the things I remember him for as much as the moments when he made me feel like I was the only person in the universe alongside him.

He will always be my Superman, Atlas. I hope I live in a way that makes you feel the same about me someday, and not just when you’re a small child. To a child, every adult seems like a mountain. I hope you still feel this way about me even after you’ve grown into an adult and experienced your first success, failure, heartbreak, love, and joy.

Heroes still exist, Atlas. Many of them don’t wear capes as much as they change diapers, take out the trash, or call their parents and grandparents on a regular basis.

As you get older, you’ll understand what I mean.



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