I do not find rude awakenings to have nearly the long term impact of slow dawns. For example, a year out of college, I realized my parents were actually able to survive without me. The dishes got washed. Trash day continued to be observed. Their cars got gassed up on the weekend and they managed…
My blog for today is short. I have been trying for quite sometime to create podcast and get them on iTunes. I gave in, gave out, and gave all I had but I never, ever gave up. It’s not a big deal to anyone but me but isn’t that true of so many of our…
> Men do make passes at women who wear glasses. If they are not making passes at you, get new frames. > When in doubt, use this yardstick to gain perspective. There are over 7 billion people in the world. How many are really effected by (insert your big deal here)? > Winter rye is…
I’m curious about the old woman who lived in the shoe. What kind of shoe was it? In storybooks it’s always an old boot but it could have been a pump or Ferragamo two-toned flat. A stiletto wouldn’t have a firm enough foundation to handle all those hungry children running around. Hmmm an athletic shoe…
By my rough calculations, I’m about 2 months behind my normal pace of life. Surgery, recovery, new job, nausea, fatigue, multiple doctors, chemo aside, I guess that’s pretty good. Yesterday, I went shopping in San Marcos with friends. After about three hours, I was exhausted. It was very hot and my stamina is low. I…
So I’m peeping 60 something yr old NBA coach, Luke Riley or Pat Riley, whateva on ESPN and he’s wearing those black rimmed Clark Kent glasses currently favored by NBA players, rappers, and European poets. The glasses look odd on Lebron James who is young and hip. They look beyond odd on Pat Riley who…
People have marveled at my resume for years. I don’t think they are as impressed by what I’ve done as they are by the number of career paths I’ve pursued at the same time. Juggling, multitasking, time tasking, burning both ends, and exhaustion are all areas of expertise for me. I got it from my…
My mother taught me to except compliments–“The lady said your dress is pretty, say thank you, Honey.” College taught me to except constructive criticism–“This paper is good but it needs a lot of work. Your transitions are too abrupt. B+” Having children taught me to be selfless–“Mom, I’m still hungry. Are you gonna eat that…
There’s this really odd thing that guys do to avoid connecting with women emotionally. They avert their eyes so that they are talking near you but not “to” you. It’s much more disconcerting than the one-armed side hug. I saw it happening with a couple tonight and it made me curious. There are only two…
The nice part of my quest to blog every day this month is that it’s like a really cool fast. There are no limits to what I can write as long as I do write. It’s a strange freedom I can’t describe. When I wrote for the Star-Telegram, I was confined to 600 words and…
