The Mean Kid
In my fifth grade class there was a new kid. He was the kind of kid who, even to my 11 year old mind, seemed to have the deck stacked against him.
Read MoreThe Comeback
The Olympic Games are the human experience writ large. The Winter Games, in my opinion, are always particularly dramatic. The Olympics also mark an anniversary for my own comeback story.
Read MoreHow the Flu Saved Christmas
‘Twas two weeks before Christmas and inside my brain
Were To Do’s and Lists, long and insane.
So much to get done, all tasks fall to me
From purchasing presents to trimming the tree.
Me, My Elf and I
The boys are counting down the days this week until Bubbles the Elf returns from the North Pole, and almost every morning from December 1 to the 24th they are brimming with excitement, jumping up and down in their footed Christmas pajamas, begging to go find what that little Elf has been up to overnight.
Read MoreThe Things She Carries
I don’t carry as much stuff around with me in my arms, but my brain and my time are as overstuffed with tasks as my old diaper bag configuration was.
Read MoreHis Middle Name was Earl
When they make the movie of my life, Tom Petty’s music will be the soundtrack. He has rescued me and encouraged me and spoken to and healed my heart like no other musician in my lifetime.
Read MoreThe Best Lunch
What my mom packed in our lunches was so much more than midday nutrition. It was love.
Read MoreStudent of the Game
Dad was a lot of things: Father. Husband. Grandfather. Salesman. Foodie. Golfer. Fisherman. Gardener. Water skier. Creative swearer. Carpenter. Photographer. Guitar player. Computer enthusiast. Traveler. He taught me about many subjects, but his most lasting legacy to me was how he lived his life with endless curiosity and enthusiasm. A never-graduating, Student of the Game of Life.
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