“What is a capital letter?”
“Does the United States have a king?”
“What city is Boston University in?”
The questions in this post are real. They were asked of me, in my classroom. The eleven to fourteen-year-olds who posed them are real children. Many of those children are now grown, and walk among us as adults, leaders, parents.
I teach middle school. You’re welcome. Continue reading
How do you solve a problem like Maria…
I’m sorry; that had nothing to do with this post. I don’t know Maria, but I’m sure she is capable of dealing with her own issues. It’s just that I happen to be writing this from backstage at The Sound of Music, a show that my daughter and I are involved in. I never would have heard about this show, much less been in it, if not for my daughter. I owe you my thanks, Riss. If I had missed this show, I would have missed out on a key element of my quest for A Life Worthy. Continue reading
Hiking is a great way to damage those you love. From time to time I forget this, and I take my family out on “Togetherness” hikes. You think I would learn. You see, I have a problem with remembering things like distance and difficulty. The beautiful thirty-minute stroll that I remember turns out to be a three day slog of despair.
The walk my kids fondly refer to as, “The Killer Death Hike” took place about five years ago, Continue reading
Yesterday was my nineteenth wedding anniversary.
I had to work.
Go ahead, send the comments…I know it’s lousy.
I spent the day thinking, “At this moment nineteen years ago, I was packing for our honeymoon. At this moment nineteen years ago, I was getting dressed for the wedding. At this moment nineteen years ago, my best man was driving me to the ceremony…and here I sit in a meeting.” Continue reading
There are many ways men attempt to reclaim their youth. Some get a fancy car, some go to the gym or the club or the wilderness.
I went to the orthodontist. Continue reading
Mine hit while I was standing at the bathroom sink. It had not been a good day. A virus was mocking my immune system. My part-time “extra” job was giving me fits. I had just been fired from my primary job–a job that I didn’t even like in the first place. I was breathless from the walk up the stairs, and I knew I couldn’t blame it on being sick. Feelings of failure, and weakness, and plain old ineptiosity were creeping in.
Then my wife, beloved of my heart, partner of my life, stood behind me at the sink and uttered the magic words. Continue reading