If you don't like reading the Muggo, welp, now you can now listen to it.
Rather listen than read? No problem, I got you: https://soundcloud.com/the-muggo/story-time-with-themuggo-the-perfect-answer Subscribe on iTunes, GooglePlay, Stitcher, & Soundcloud For a number of reasons ranging from 'mourning a loss' to simply 'feeling lazy', I've not posted anything new to the site in a good while. That's not to say I haven't written, though. I've been working …
by JEFF LAWRENCE This. Opening up and sharing. I’m not good at it. I can count on zero fingers the number of people I’ve shared with what I’m about to type. But I have a lot to say, so bear with me. I’ve never been good at making deep connections, not easily anyway. And …
I had intended to write about snakes. However, the guys started sending me their My Greatest Fear stories and my plan started to waver. If they're going to going to write about things like impostor syndrome, questioning their faith, fear over losing a child, and dealing with terminal illness, can I get away with writing about …
By John Knowles “My wife is having surgery on Friday, we need to wait a few weeks. I’m the only one that can take care of our son while she recovers”, I told the doctor. I was still lying on the table, where the he had just completed a heart catheterization. The doctor patted me …
by Luke Wessler I never would have made it up the mountain. Lucky for me, God never asked me to be the father of a great nation. Lucky for me, Abraham was asked to sacrifice Isaac and trust that God knew what He was doing; I was not asked to sacrifice my Michael. Let me …
My greatest fear is that my failures as a father and as a man will damage my son, and maybe even drive him to hurt himself some day. I will start with admitting that I have intentionally never read or listened to Liverpool’s or Chinese Downhill’s testimony about losing a child to suicide. It is …
by Jim Herr I’m a sheep in wolf’s clothing. Not really; I don’t even own a fur. But that’s a good explanation for my biggest fear. I fear that someday someone - or, even worse, I - will figure out that I’m not this person, husband, father, friend, professional, whatever. Think of that. Everything …
