Then, under cover of night, so my neighbors couldn't see me, I poured gasoline on the roots of that sweet little tree.
This is the second in a series of behind-the-scenes blog posts regarding the book, The Single Dad Detour. At the start of Chapter 3, I mention a friend named "Rick." A fake name for the book, but a real friend nonetheless. Rick and I were buddies from my days living in Polk County, FL. We... Continue Reading →