Life after door kicking.

Tag: life lessons

  • Trying to Be the Man of the House

    Most people who know me know the military stories. They know about Afghanistan and Iraq. They know about deployments, firefights, and the years I spent in the Army. What they usually don’t know is much about the life that came before the uniform. They don’t know the kid from Las Vegas. The teenager who spent…

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  • A ledger I Can Never Make Black: Poker Life In Fast Forward

    Some of my earliest memories are playing cards with my great uncle Ernie at my grandparents’ house. The table was my grandma’s old glass-top wicker dining table. No chips. Just hand after hand and a mental ledger that I’ll never make black. We played five-card draw, seven-card stud, and sometimes a strange seven-card variation where…

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  • Life’s a garden gotta dig it, and weed it, and fertilize…

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    Life has a way of filling idle moments with noise—regrets, imagined slights, and endless loops of “what if.” I’ve learned that letting the mind wander unchecked is like leaving soil untended: weeds take over, choking the space meant for growth. Energy, if not directed, becomes mischief in the mind. That’s why I’ve chosen to put…

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