The Solution to Self-Centeredness

The Solution to Self-Centeredness

Most of us would agree that we have become a very self-conscious and self-centered society. The baby boom generation, of which I am a member, has been labeled, “The Me Generation.” Generations that have followed us have seemingly grown progressively worse in the area...
Ride Your Own Bike

Ride Your Own Bike

Once upon a time, my little sister and I decided to trade bikes, just for fun.  Although our bikes were of similar size, mine was yellow with a banana seat, and hers was blue with a saddle seat.  I remember being a little envious of her bike, even though...
I Love You with All My Mind

I Love You with All My Mind

During my senior year of college, I took a creative writing class. One of our assignments was to write a sonnet—a poem with a very rigid meter and rhyme scheme. Though I love poetry, I had never written a sonnet, and I was finding the assignment very challenging. I...
Red Handed

Red Handed

I was on a video chat with my daughter who is currently serving in the military. I still think of her as that little red-headed toddler that was so full of mischief. We were talking about my blog. I was experiencing “writer’s block”. Then she said, “Remember the time...
I’ve Got This

I’ve Got This

Many people go through seasons of their lives with an “I’ve got this” attitude. They convince themselves they know what’s best in a particular situation, or how to fix a particular problem. And they hold onto that belief… until they can’t...
Minding Your Own Business

Minding Your Own Business

I sat around the table with a group of friends and felt sorry for myself. They all ate fabulous food like bagel & egg sandwiches and western omelets and deep-fried hash browns.  Real breakfast food.  Delicious breakfast food. Me?  I peeled two sad...
Drop the Stones

Drop the Stones

I’ve had stones thrown at me, and it changed my life. It is a part of my history that I’ll never shake. Lately, I’ve been thinking about history. In its simplest definition, history is the story of our lives. But history isn’t just a static record of events; the...
The Missing Valentine

The Missing Valentine

It was 1932. The 4th-grade classroom walls were covered with Valentine’s Day hearts, and intricate snowflakes the children had made decorated the windows. Dorothy (my mother) sat at her desk busily putting the finishing touches on her beautiful Valentine’s Day card....
Stick and Stones and Dead Man’s Bones

Stick and Stones and Dead Man’s Bones

In the 1970’s, I worked for a company as a set up and service technician. During my 5,000 hours of training to earn Journeyman status, I was introduced to the micrometer, and the 1/1000th of an inch adjustment. That experience taught me that even the slightest change...
You Can Go First

You Can Go First

I was scrolling through my phone the other morning and came upon this gem.  It’s a letter from my one nephew to the other when they were approximately 7 and 5 years old.  Dear Josh,My time has been great with you.  Can you be more nicer please.That...