Author Archives: Paul Fredricks

When my family moved into our home in 2004, one of the features we loved, was the beautiful, lush, Douglas Fir, standing guard over the house. But, for the last several years we have been watching the...

The other night when I got home from work, my youngest son, Hayden, met me in the garage with his hands in the air. “Hey, hi Dad,” he said. “Yeah, if you’re wondering why I hav...

Had you peeked in my living room window on that super Sunday when the “Big Game” was about to start, you would have seen me blubbering away in my recliner as the Sandy Hook Elementary Chor...