Let me explain. My 19-year-old son sent a family text last Sunday night confirming our weekly video call. He’d been working on a project all day at A.S.U. but was getting ready to walk back to his apartment so he could join us online at 9pm. Less than 30-minutes later, I was on the phone… Continue reading This Holiday Season, I’m Grateful for a Candy Bar
I’m terrible at a lot of things, but especially at baseball. I know this because my Little League coach told me so when I was eleven. I was, perhaps, a bit pudgy and uncoordinated for my age, so things like throwing and catching and running were embarrassingly problematic. Still, I showed up to every practice… Continue reading Not Everyone Deserves a Trophy
Today my nine-year-old called me upstairs to witness the maiden flight of his latest paper airplane — the Triple X. He’d been working on it all morning so we both had high expectations for the flight. Unfortunately, it was short-lived. The “flight” was really more of a tumultuous freefall and what aviation experts would likely classify as… Continue reading I Often Lack the Right Perspective
I recently learned about the passing of a kid I knew from high school. Odd duck. He used to sit in the bathroom stall and chuck tissues over the door while making bird noises. That was almost 25 years ago. The obituary talked about his jobs, hobbies, friendships, and the loved ones he left behind.… Continue reading Odd Duck, Like Me
Eating My Way to the Top 