A Year in the Life of a Beard

For about as long as I’ve been able to grow a reasonable amount of facial hair, I’ve rarely gone longer than several months without letting my beard come in. For a long time, I would let it sprout then trim it back close, or I would shave clean for months and then let the beard flourish for a little while before shearing myself again.

So for the last 25 years, I’ve probably sported a beard at least as much if not more than I’ve been smooth. This particular iteration has been on the face for four or five years now. It’s been full, but kept to a reasonable half inch or so for most of that time. I find that it does wonders to mask the slowly expanding space between my chin and my Adam’s apple.

I had always wanted to see just what I was capable of growing if I really let it run wild. A few times in college I had gone without grooming for a couple months at a time before taming it again, but that was the beard of a much younger man. What could I do as a well-seasoned husband and father of two?

Without consciously intending to do so, I went a few weeks longer than I usually do between trims. In November of last year, the beard was in full foliage, even as the trees were not. By Thanksgiving I seemed manly enough.

Thanksgiving beard.
The beard representing both our Pilgrim forefathers and South Knoxville.

A week or two after the Thanksgiving holiday I lightly trimmed what had been growing, leaving me with the equivalent of three or four weeks’ growth.

That would be the last time I would trim it for 11 months.

By Christmas the beard was filling in to a fairly full state again.

the beard at Christmas 2014
Christmas seems the right time for a full beard anyway, right? Molly is looking lovely as always while I get by.

Around this time (I can’t remember exactly when) I was asked to play the part of Kit Carson in the William Saroyan play The Time of Your Life. Seemed the perfect chance: I could let the beard grow for the part, then see what happens. The play was a few months off, so I was certain that I could reach an impressive length by then. Molly wasn’t particularly excited about the beginnings of a fuller beard, but was enthusiastically on board for the acting bit, so she gracefully allowed it.

The slightly longer beard also lent itself to a more Biblical look for my role as a metal-smith during a church event.
The slightly longer beard also lent itself to a more Biblical look for my role as a metal-smith during a church event.
New Year's beard
Ringing in the New Year was definitely warmer this year.

In February we saw more snow and cold than we’ve seen in a long time in Knoxville. With temperatures dropping into and remaining in the single digits, I was glad to be more furry. The fuzzy face with the fuzzy hat kept me plenty cozy.

snow-shoveling beard
I might not have been excited to shovel snow, but the beard seemed to be.
wool cap and beard
Did I mention that I knitted myself a wool cap to go with my wooly beard?

By March and the time of the play, the beard had reached an unprecedented length. People would comment on it, but I insisted that “it was gettin’ there.”

Kit Carson beard
The character of Kit Carson was a rambling, crazy old coot…so I was typecast, I suppose.
Kit Carson beard after show.
I wish I could’ve kept that leather jacket. It fit me like a glove and had fringe for days.

Spring had rolled around by that point, and the beard had started taking on a life of its own. I had come that far with it, why not a little longer? We took it to visit Biltmore, which is a slightly more impressive structure, I will admit. Still, I was building something that would turn out grand in its own right.

Taking the beard to Biltmore.
The sideview car pic always shows off the beard line nicely, I think. The proportions work here, no?
The beard visits Biltmore.
Everyone enjoyed touring the early spring grounds at Biltmore, especially the beard.

Either the beard had taken on philosophical lengths or the visit to the early spring gardens at Biltmore prompted deeper thoughts. Whatever the case, during March I was reflective in a manner befitting a beard of that scale. You can read some of my thoughts here and here.

As nature came to life during April, with shoots and leaves appearing everywhere, the beard continued to grow as well. I’m fairly certain that it imparted enough manliness for Finn and I to build a working Pinewood Derby Car. I also took the beard along as Molly and I hosted a travel writer across East Tennessee.

beard and pinewood derby car
I’m slightly more proud of my son and the car than I am of my beard. Slightly.
beard at Whitestone
At the Whitestone Country Inn, Molly and I saw a bald eagle. It was slightly more majestic than my beard. Slightly.

The big event in May was the wedding of Molly’s sister Amy. I harbored genuine concerns that my beard might detract from the proceedings, might distract from the bride and groom. Fortunately my misgivings were unfounded, as both bride and groom remained squarely and solely in the spotlight. A few folks noticed the beard, but nary a fuss was made. Of course, that was well before it had taken on massive proportions. I mean…I was less than six months in at that point. Had they been married in September, I might have needed an excuse to forgo the event.

Beard on a boat
Things I learned about beards: when you’re on a wedding boat cruising a South Carolina lake at night, the wind will whistle through your beard. A strange sensation.
beard holding a glowstick
The beard was long and strong enough to hold a thin glowstick. I was pleased.

At around the six-month mark, the beard had taken on a life of its own. Clearly I couldn’t cut it back at that point…I had to see if I could make it to a year. I needed a new summer hat, as my typical baseball cap didn’t look quite right with the beard length, so I got a breezy straw fedora that, combined with my sunglasses, made me look distinctly like someone trying to be incognito. I enjoyed the irony.

beard and ice cream
Who is the man behind that beard? Is that a shake or a malt?
another beard on a boat
On a boat again, this time in Alabama. The wind still whistles through the bristles.

By the middle of summer the beard was attracting plenty of attention. When we went to the White Lightning Festival in Cumberland Gap, TN (a fun little excursion and well worth a day trip or two), Abraham Lincoln called me Stonewall Jackson. My reaction was conflicted: I was glad that my beard so clearly trumped Lincoln’s, but I certainly don’t want to be confused for a Confederate, even if he did have some military savvy.

beard and Lincoln
Lincoln’s got nothing on me.
Gap Trail beard
Clearly I could have made it as a pioneer across the Cumberland Gap. My beard would have carried me through.

August, and the dog days of summer, should have meant a measure of misery for me, but I stayed surprisingly cool, given my pelt. Granted, I needed to shake like a sheepdog when I came out of the pool, but it wasn’t so bad.

beard in the pool
The crystal clear waters of Chapman Pool nicely showcase the burliness, don’t you think?

I also trekked across the state of Tennessee with the beard in August, stopping first in Nashville for a couple of days to visit Belle Meade Plantation’s Homeschool Day. As I walked around the various folks in character, I briefly considered the historical re-enactor trade.

We moved on west to Memphis, where we did what became a musical tour of the city. I’ve learned that the history of rock and soul music is decidedly thin when it comes to men with magnificent beards.

Sun Studio beard
The Elvis lip just doesn’t read from beneath all that hair.

I actually started to get a little tired of the beard by mid-September. It needed constant tending, not unlike another child in the family. Indeed, it had started taking on a life of its own, garnering attention from all manner of strangers everywhere we went. The inevitable question: How did you grow it? What am I supposed to say to a question like that? “Inaction” is the most accurate response. I simply did nothing. The beard did all the real work.

seatbelt beard
When the beard gets stuck beneath the seatbelt, it’s time to reconsider the length.

Finn and I have the beard to thank for getting us through the first real over-night hiking trip. Three miles up and back is a long way without a burly beard to pull us through. As we got closer and closer to the trailhead on the second day, we encounter several day-hikers who looked askance at me. I suppose I did look mildly dangerous, maybe even slightly crazed.

beard hike
We made it up and down the mountain on the strength of my beard.

Had I not committed to being Zeus for Halloween, I would have trimmed the growing monstrosity back several weeks sooner. Nearly a year without cutting more than a few loose mustache ends, however, had left me with a face fit for a deity. A couple of cans of white spray later, and I emerged into the role quite nicely. At any rate, I was easily recognizable.

Zeus beard
Did I wield the power of lightning or the power of a burly beard? Maybe both.

My duties as Zeus having been fulfilled in fine form, I whacked the mess back the day after Halloween. In truth the trim was much easier than I had anticipated, although I nearly burned out the motor on the clippers a couple of times. How quickly a year’s worth of beard becomes a slightly gross pile of hair in the sink. I’ll spare you that picture.

beard trim before
beard trim during
beard trim after

Now all that’s left is to shape up this shaggy mane that’s been growing on the top of my head for the past few months and I’ll be back to fighting weight.

If you can, if you’re a man capable of growing a respectable beard, do it. Be hirsute. Embrace it. If you can’t, if your cheeks are patchy or your upper lip thin, then don’t. Not at all. But don’t feel bad about it. Not everyone can be as magnificent as I was for a year. Then again, I’m not sure I would want to do it again. Not that Molly would allow it anyway…

Have a question about growing beards? Ask away!

Not Just a Chore, Raking Leaves Can Be Fun Too

Deciduous Trees and Falling Leaves

I don’t know about your backyard, but in East Tennessee, almost every tree loses its leaves. The biodiversity of the deciduous trees is what gives the Great Smoky Mountains (and the Knoxville, Tennessee area) such a memorable autumn. Not just a fall chore, raking leaves can be fun too. Involving the whole family in this typical homeowner experience is a great way to exercise and to bond.

What started out a nuisance of “little helpers” quickly turned into an afternoon of backyard fun and exploration.  While typically, most folks would want to rush through a chore to move onto another more enjoyable activity, raking leaves is one of those outside activities that I always enjoyed as a child because it usually meant spending time with my dad. So, when my kids were old enough to hold a rake, we turned them loose. This meant that the chore took longer, but guaranteed everyone would sleep well that evening.

At ages 5 and 3, the kids used to beg to rake leaves.
At ages 5 and 3, the kids used to beg to rake leaves.

Jumping into a Pile of Leaves…Again?

Every fall, the kids used to beg to rake leaves…so they could jump in them of course! Convincing a 5 and 3 year old to not to jump in leaves is impossible. So what if we have to do the work twice…or three times…look at those happy faces! If getting the job done in a timely manner isn’t the most important thing, then this simple chore can become a great opportunity to reinforce good homeowner habits and to spend quality time together.

Finnian bouncing a ball in the pile of newly raked autumn leaves.
Finnian bouncing a ball in the pile of newly raked autumn leaves.


This backyard activity not only is good exercise, but also provides safe and controlled independent exploration. Such as, what happens if we bounce the soccer ball into the the pile of leaves? What if we bury ourselves in leaves? What if we make it rain leaves. On their own, the kids noticed the different shapes and tried to identify which tree the leaves might have come from.

Now that the kids are a little older, I wish I could still say they were begging to rake leaves, but I can confirm that they are still interested in jumping into a big pile of leaves!



Animal Jam Halloween Fun

Hi Jammers! Kittenstar10 here! Hope you all had a happy Halloween in Animal Jam. Halloween in Jamaa is called Night of The Phantoms. Animal Jam got in the spirit of Halloween by making Jamaa Township filled with jack-o-lanterns, coffins and phantoms! They even added a new temporary game where you protect your candy from the evil phantoms. You are given a torch and it moves wherever you place your mouse. The phantoms avoid the light from the torch and your goal is to get them into a beacon of light, where they will disappear in order to move to the next level.

Halloween Clothing from Jamaa on Animal Jam
Halloween Clothing from Jamaa on Animal Jam

By playing the games, you earn gems which can be spent in any of the shops. In the clothing shop there are Halloween themed costumes. You can shop for zombie masks, eyeball headbands, skeleton tails and more.

Halloween Den Items in Jamaa on Animal Jam
Halloween Den Items in Jamaa on Animal Jam

In the den item shop, they have spooky phantom items like ghosts, a giant phantom balloon, a phantom lamp and more Halloween themed items for your den to dress it up for the holiday.

Spooky Halloween Den in Jamaa on Animal Jam
Spooky Halloween Den in Jamaa on Animal Jam

There is a new den for members that looks like a haunted house for any members wanting to throw a Halloween party. Most Halloween items require you to be a member, but there are still some things that non-members can get. Since its November you need to swoop right in to get all the Halloween merchandise before its gone! See you in Jamaa!?


Animal Jam is an online game designed for kids sponsored by National Geographic and shows fun facts if you want to know more about animals. The game requires Flash Player so you must use a computer or a special app for iPads.