One More Bite


How do you eat an elephant?

One bite at a time.

An apt description for pushing through anything in life, whether that be grief, a tough stretch of life, or a seemingly impossible goal or problem to tackle. You can’t look for the finish line when it’s so far out of sight. All you can do is put one foot in front of the other, and take one more step, one more bite at a time.

For myself, I recently took a big bite on my journey of grief since Cade passed. Possibly my biggest bite yet. It was the completion and release of my new book, The Guy At The Bar. The book has been a year-long therapy session in the making. While publishing it certainly doesn’t close this chapter of my life, it does help me breathe a little easier knowing someone else’s life might shine a little brighter because of it.

It’s not a manual for grief. It’s a book on the human condition and what it means to wrestle with some of life’s toughest questions. It’s a book of a lot of things, but if I boiled it down to one thing, it’s a book of hope.

And hope is something we could all use a little more of.

It takes an army to have a successful book, and I’d love if you joined mine. How can you help?

  1. GET THE BOOK Links for the Paperback and Kindle version of the book are below. I’d be honored if you gave it a read.
  2. REVIEW THE BOOK Books sink or swim by the reviews. If you read it, please take a moment to give an honest review of the book. I’m not asking for 5 Stars if it’s not worthy of 5 Stars. Your honest review and feedback trumps all.
  3. SHARE THE BOOK Sharing this with your social networks might just reach someone at a point when they need it most. If one person is impacted from you sharing this post and this book, the ripple effects can be enormous. The share bar is on the left-hand of this page.

I wrote this book for one reason – to help people, myself included, become a better version of themselves. I want to reach as many people as possible with it’s message and I hope you’ll join me.

Written for The Guy At The Bar everywhere.


Notes from a father who lost a lot, but gained a little.