When Jordy died, he had his phone with him. It is really difficult to salvage any information from a waterlogged phone; but I was tasked to do just that.
In the hours and days after we lost the youngest of Smith boys, we all had things to do. My duty was to save Jordy’s phone.

I want to talk about Jordy’s hats. Not his actual physical hats. That would take all day. He had a lot of hats. He had hats for every occasion. Sara grudgingly admitted that any hat looked good on Jordan.

I went rummaging through the dusty boxes I had stored away and stumbled upon the faded stacks of my older creations.  It has been decades since I had seen some of these writings and drawings and wanted to bring them back out for the world to see!

I had a minor epiphany a few weeks ago.  I am in a position of leadership at my work. I have a few employees that are always very frank and upfront with me. (I have come to really appreciate this quality). 

Last Monday, I took a walk with Elizabeth. It was our normal route around the neighborhood. We first stopped by the playground. She had fun on the swings and sliding down the slide. Then we continued on our afternoon journey through the neighborhood.

As part of the rich and vast cultural expectations of my wife’s heritage, her mother was expected to come and live with us for a period of time slightly before and at a minimum of three months after our baby was born.

A few weeks ago while I was recovering from gallbladder surgery, I was doing a lot of research into how other creative sites update their stories and comic books.

Personally I am very thankful for all of the support and feedback I have received from all of you over the years.  When I first started this website, it was just to share the work I’ve done.  It has now grown into hundreds of pages of writing and thousands of images and illustrations.