None of this is anyone’s fault and the whole process of trying for a kid in the U.S. is just awful.

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My wife and I have been trying, like really, really trying, to have a baby for a while now. This is our story of failures. Please bear with the length but it is years in the making.

Our Blip

I am still utterly shocked at having baby-fever. I never thought I would have to want to have a kid due to my naivete in thinking that when we pull the goalie and try, it would just happen.

Instead, about 10 months after being married and really beginning to “try,” an ectopic pregnancy happened. Shortly after a celebration of a positive pregnancy test…


The Presidential Medal of Honor should not be given to someone so despicable, who has lived such a divisive life. Whether they’re dying or not.

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Outrage leads to outrage, and most importantly ratings and attention for the politicians. I mean, look at me now, and maybe the comments about what I write, in a bit. More attention. BUT I JUST CAN’T HELP IT, IN THIS CASE.

Not much can shock me or enrage me any more. I try very hard not to allow my emotions to be moved to anger by anything, especially that which is out of my control. …


Time has flown by. Growth has been made. It is now time to really take off.

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On December 3rd, I had a bit of a knee jerk desire to begin writing and hitting “Publish” on Medium.

My first piece started:

The goal: Two well written pieces a week, this whole month. Am I biting off more than I can chew? Probably. Will anyone actually click on this thing, let alone read it? Probably not. But let me tell you, if I can follow through on this, so can you.

Over the last two months, I have submitted 18 pieces. I can’t believe it.

One of my goals was to merely have an article(s) click upon enough…


It went great but it was not flawless. As I tell my students, just because I look perfect, it doesn’t mean I am perfect.

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It was arduous. It was sobering. It was… fine.

Hopefully it’s a springboard.

The final ten, or so days, were the most difficult. And I did give in to some binge drinking urges, leading to a hangover and a pop. Like I said, I was not unscathed, but I also learned to not beat myself up about it and to bounce back.

Please feel free to read about my first three weeks. I had two minor slip ups, but I have stayed sober for over three weeks to this point.

On Saturday the 25th, my wife and I went to…


What am I more grateful for than some nice jams on vinyl? NOTHING. Photo by Travis Yewell on Unsplash

My struggle, the breakthrough, and the payoff of the journal exercise, “Daily Gratitude.”

Doing Daily Gratitude Correctly is Not Easy.

If it is that easy for you, then I doubt you are doing it correctly.

With that said, the Daily Gratitude’s difficulty is what makes the exercise so exceedingly rewarding.

It has led me to so much real thought and perspective while finding real beauty close by.

At a time in the United States where everything feels troubled or divided, with so much pessimism going around, being grateful can be hard or seem trifling.

When I would stumble on the local government’s social media page (since sworn off) and see all of the negativity and vitriol, it’d be only natural…


It’s an obvious move if you have loans, or anyone you love has loans, that you should vote the same.

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There should be anger over higher education. I will agree with anyone having anger towards post-secondary education in America. With that said, let’s direct it to the correct place.

Right wing news outlets are going wild with the fact that yesterday a “Father confronted Elizabeth Warren over her Student Loan Plan.” “We Got Screwed,” every FoxNews chyron read.

Let me begin by saying, if this man’s anecdotal evidence is so strong and convincing for you to to want to leave the way we fund higher education alone, then just go onto Twitter to find some real anecdotes of people paying…


Three full weeks and I am still clinging onto the “Dry January Wagon” thanks to the help of my wife.

My mouth thinking about Hibachi and Sake this weekend. Photo by Brad Helmink on Unsplash

I am still inching along. Week one had its challenges. Week two was not perfect. But in week three, a secret has been unlocked (If you have not checked out my first two weeks, please do!).

So, I have unlocked the key to my little bit personal success in staying dry and living a healthier overall lifestyle.

It is simple enough. Probably a “no-brainer” for some.

The key is empowering my partner in crime (PIC). Giving my wife kudos, positive vibes, and props every chance I get.

See, I am a lucky guy as I am married to someone I…


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How I have made a concerted effort to be as cognizant as possible in my decisions making. Two weeks in and it’s already paying off.

My 2020 “resolution,” for a lack of a better label, is to be more intentional.

I am wanting to become the active driver of my destiny as opposed to just being along for the ride. It has not been an easy transition but I am proudly two weeks in and I am already seeing why this could be life-changing (not hyperbole).

I have always been the friendliest, easiest going person in the room. I am nothing if not affable. …


It has not been easy. It has not been without effort and determination. It is becoming automatic.

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Let me say, teachers can drink. Teachers love to drink. I love to drink. I am blessed by living in a great beer drinking place. Excuses to wet my whistle are many. However, this pastime has created some side-effects which I need to solve and control. I also want to make sure that I stay a teacher who drinks as opposed to a drinker who teaches. Here is week two of my difficult journey.

I am still on the path of “Dry January” and though I have not been perfect, I am pretty proud of my accomplishments so far. It…


Beer. Pop. Buh-Bye. As much as I love you, it is time for us to break up, at least for the time being.

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Let me say, teachers can drink. Teachers love to drink. I love to drink. I am blessed by living in a great beer drinking place. Excuses to wet my whistle are many. However, this pastime has created some side-effects which I need to solve and control. I also want to make sure that I stay a teacher who drinks as opposed to a drinker who teaches. Here is week one of my difficult journey.

I am a binge drinker.

I do not drink every day, but as a social drinker: when I drink, I binge.

Once it hits your lips…

Kenneth Dressler

Trying to do the best I can, you know, like everyone else. I’m a Husband. Teacher. Hoops Coach. Life long learner.

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