Along with the woodworking madness, I’ve decided to author a few personal blogs. Personal, meaning I’m likely to ramble about my faith, my family, and just about anything else that relates to “worker” as opposed to the “wood.”
I suppose in a way I’m relating to the throngs of online bloggers out there. It’s a form of expression. Perhaps a way to organize thoughts that seem stuck in my head until I can write them down. Maybe people will something out of this stuff, maybe they won't. I just know I need to write it.
A Man Named Dale
And I Thank Them For Mothering Me When I Needed It
My Fatherless Days
Handworks 2015 and Mr Studley
The Crohn's Curse
Brass City Records