From DeepBrewedLife.com:

I’ve been communicating since, well, I could talk. Ask my mom! (she used to have me take ‘breaks’ so she could clear her head). It took me some time to realize the challenge isn’t communicating, it’s having something to say.

I had a great childhood in many ways, growing up in a family that enjoyed outdoor adventure and cultivated love, respect, and faith.

My mom was a constant through my childhood with an almost single devotion to my welfare. I credit her with both a character and a conscience that I’m grateful for. Her investment in my life and her steadiness through many changes gave me strength and protection. Looking back through the lens of my own challenges as a parent, I have a whole new appreciation for the sacrificial way she lived.

After a 17-year absence, my biological dad and I reunited. Today, I’m grateful for his influence in my life. He knows what it’s like to live in this skin and his wisdom is invaluable to me. It is a story about the possibilities of restoration. I wouldn’t trade what I missed for what we have in the present.

My past is the fuel for my now – I’ve tried to learn from the successes and failures of those around me. And I’ve had plenty of both myself. I’ve had a life that’s wound through work, faith, and passion. It’s this mixture behind my sometimes biting sense of humor and belief that a faith-infused life can triumph any adversity.

I’m proud to be a father of three teenagers (Nate, Olivia, & Gavin) and the husband of Jenny, a smart, sweet, and endlessly patient girl I first fell for in high school and am still smitten by.

I call Durango, CO home right now, and while I’m comfortable anywhere, the terrain, wildness, and story of the American West resonates with me and shows up in my work, so I’m grateful for this season.

--Grant