Kris Fisher

Kris Fisher


The Miracle Mile

The Miracle Mile

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. We see reminders of it everywhere. It’s all over Facebook; many corporations, radio stations, TV stations, etc., either turn their logo pink or attach a pink ribbon to it for the month. Players for your favorite NFL team can be seen wearing pink gear — shoes, towels, socks, etc. […]

The Struggle Is Real

The Struggle Is Real

It’s hard being a Georgia Bulldogs fan nowadays. Not because of their heartbreaking losses during clutch games like the one suffered to Alabama this past week. No, I’m getting used to that, which is sad. I love the Dawgs but one thing is for sure: If there’s a lot riding on a game, UGA is […]

The Last Night of Your Life

The Last Night of Your Life

Early January 2005 is a bad chapter in the story of my life. It’s a chapter that I never talk about. I don’t talk about it because I am ashamed and embarrassed. So ashamed and embarrassed that I hate to realize that it was only 10 years ago. That was the January that I totaled […]

My Trash Is My Treasure

My Trash Is My Treasure

Hi. My name is Kris and I’m a hoarder. That sounds so extreme. Thanks to that TV show, when I hear the word “hoarder” I instantly think of piles and piles of dirty diapers, old mattresses, empty to-go containers and mountainous piles of general belongings. I’m not at that extreme yet. Our piles usually just […]

My Kids Can Still Surprise Me

My Kids Can Still Surprise Me

Earlier this summer, I had an old friend of mine die. She was more than a friend, she was my radio partner and a highly creative and fun person. Even though we hadn’t spoken (outside of Facebook) in years, her death crushed me. However, I didn’t want to write about it. Death isn’t a fun […]

These Things Only Happen to Me

These Things Only Happen to Me

I recently had another one of my Griswoldian adventures, a brief moment in life where my luck closely resembles that of Clark W. Griswold. I’ve written about these from time to time. Today will be another entry into the journal of shame. I have three kids in sports this fall. Quite ambitious, I know. For […]

Dude, Where’s My Kid?

Dude, Where’s My Kid?

We celebrated the first birthday of the kids’ fall birthday gauntlet last weekend. I call it the fall gauntlet because the spring gauntlet is for the adults’ birthdays. I don’t know how, but it just kind of worked out that way. Most of the adults in my life have spring birthdays. Most of the kids’ […]

School Daze

School Daze

My kids have been back in school for a week now. I learn new stuff about their schools each year. Sometimes, I re-learn things that I had forgotten over the summer months. Either way, here are some of those things: My kids love the thought of getting up way earlier than they have to. Each […]

Choose Your Own Adventure

Choose Your Own Adventure

I received a barrage of pictures from my brother over the past week. He was having one of those weeks where you’re having so much fun that you want to share that good time with those close to you. Only, the emerald green waters of the Gulf coast don’t have quite the same soothing effect […]

Here Comes Deebo!

Here Comes Deebo!

Saturday, as my youngest son, No. 4, was parking his bike behind my car in the driveway, it fell. I watched it from the upstairs bedroom and thought, “I’m going to forget it’s there in the morning and run it over, I just know it.” Surprisingly, I was wrong. I didn’t run it over because […]