The future grows from the stories we tell.
I can’t stand losing. Especially when I think I’m in the right. It’s enough to make me gnash my teeth, blow smoke out of my nose, and roar with fiery rage.
Eight years ago, though, I learned an ancient story that led me to reconsider my relationship with antagonists.
If you remember to bring all your ingredients to room temperature, you’ll have time for cake even in the most dire circumstances.
Working with Thomas Edison wasn’t as magical as my first cousin, 3 times removed, hoped. But, I learned a lot about the cost of career success from the reflections of Walter E Holland and his wife, Alice.
My dad taught my Sunday School class for a brief time when I was fifteen. […]
“She Will Survive”9″x12″Ink and Comic Book Cutout on Board 12/18/18 Dazzler cut from vintage copy […]
The last thing I wanted to do was impose on her heavenly hereafter. She deserved some time to do what she wanted. I promised I’d let her be dead in peace. But eighteen months into her eternal rest, I needed my mother real bad.
For all the times that that machine let us down, failed to make our life much easier… it came through when it really mattered.
I discovered a secret about my parents and wanted desperately to share the story. But first, I had to weigh the rules my mother lived by against her last request to me. It was a transformative process.
My son made aggressive air quotes around the words as he told me about the assignment. His voice trembled with outrage, “There were pictures of dragons and fairies and unicorns and the whole thing was about how those things weren’t really real!”
