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White Bread and Eggs for Jesus

  I had found my dad after he had abandoned our family and mom moved away. I lived with him just long enough for him to sign the papers that allowed me to get a driver’s licenses at 15. A hardship licenses. Seemed right...

Summer Hangry H.A.L.T

My daughter said, “I am getting hangry,” after a morning of moving boxes from her dorm back home. “What,” I replied. “If you don’t feed me now I am going to get into a really bad mood.” Okay so I have learned to heed...

Fox News Makes Me So Mad

  I sat in awe from the beginning to the end that day in the theatre. The film was one of the most powerful and well done I had ever experienced. I had clearly defined moments of excitement, frustration, anger and sorrow. I was...

Hurricanes and Tonka Trucks – How Men are Made

  The large wrapped boxes were immaculate, and fully taped to carefully conceal the presents. Our hopes as boys were for things we longed for, powerful things, things of adventure and masculinity. When we opened the presents and saw the wooden butt of a...

Long Hard Ride, Mount Up

Men of KOZ, Here we go. The last year has been a whirlwind of good, bad, ups and downs at our home. Loss of loved family members and pets, close family time and incredible moments of joy and laughter. Life on life’s terms living...

Virginia Coalminers and the Battle for the Heart

The streets are dark at 8:30 on this cool November night. The asphalt highway is just two-lanes and it seems narrow winding through the Appalachian Mountains on either side. There is a sense of peace to this area for me. I have come to...

I Want To Love The Rain… But…

One of my favorite songs ever is Kevin Fowler’s 100% Texan. The song starts with “Well I love the sound of a rain on a tin roof on a hot summer night, love to hear those hound dogs a-barkin, howlin at the full moon...

Before She Leaves, Daddy, Daughter, Elk and the Heart

The elk were just out of shot range with the .270. Some may have tried, but we could not see the bull clear enough to be comfortable in taking the shot. We were hidden behind a fallen pine on the east side of a...

Mountain #5 – Raising A Boy at 14,000 Ft.

The interstate was not very crowded at 6am on a Sunday. We traveled a couple hundred miles until we really saw any traffic and even then the long open road ahead had plenty of room for everyone going west. This was going to be...

Because You are Making a Difference

One of the best times of each week for me are Saturday afternoons. It begins slow, maybe a picture or two. Then Facebook explodes and my text start going off. Guys are living in the beauty of what God did that day at their KOZ....
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