Tooting Our Own Horns, in 6 Words

Sometimes, you just have to represent. Yourself, that is. None of this ‘aw shucks’ stuff. No, “no one reads my blog. I just mess around with words” business. It’s not usual fare for a blogger to boast (or is it?), so this month’s challenge proved … challenging to most. I compile a post called 6…

15 Amazing (and Simple) Things For a Happy Life

Oy, happiness. It’s there. We must practice patience. It’s like a Taco Bell burrito. Sometimes, they’re made incorrectly. All the cheese or sauce or sauce and cheese get tucked into the final fifth of the burrito. One must endure dry beans for a while, but eventually you’ll get the cheese. Or the sauce or sauce…

What One Soccer Coach Included On His Wish List Might Shock You

I’ll get it out of the way, first. As a soccer coach, I’d love it if the tradition of root beer and a Cubano sandwich became post-game routine. I know that won’t happen, unless I make it work for myself. (Coaches who maintain a set approval rating could upgrade to cold beer and a Monte…

No Guest Post Here. How’s About 10 More Random Smartphone Photos?

Another week, another guest post lost. My inbox contains buried treasure. In it, correspondence from friends far and near. Agreements to guest post. Inquiries into soccer teams. Catch-ups, and rundowns. It’s tons better than anything found in Al Capone’s vault, even. I’m getting closer to taking up shovels and those little whisky brushes like Indiana…

Here’s Hoping My Girls Have Friends Like This

I have three daughters. I want much for them. Peace, not a pampered path. Purpose, not existence in pretend. Experiences, not empty days when the moon rises and sets without peace, purpose, and experiences. I want to drive them places they want me to take them. I want also for them to venture into places…

Travel Light. Wear Simple Clothes. Just Watch.

Eloquent people seem to travel lots. Or maybe travel breeds eloquence. What do you think? I don’t travel much. Unless you count roundtrip drives to Mooresville, or the trips I’ll take to the mountains for Elise’s games. There’s my annual work trip to someplace tropical every winter. When you travel, you pick up stories, whether…

Go Ask Daddy About Oafs, Sponge Years and Celebrity Breakups

“How in the world was I ever a student?” In the midst of a work post, the utter stubbiness of my attention span – and ability to comprehend anything not about food, soccer or Star Wars – couldn’t be ignored. “They didn’t have as much stuff for you to learn back then,” Grace piped up….

When My Big Girl Was Little …

It’s two days until Moving Day. She’s eaten her way through a Farewell Tour, met with friends and brought home boxes of Zaxby’s and cups of Krispy Kreme coffee. Her stuff’s all packed. She’s dumped off all the “visit us!” college pamphlets on one sister and stole a bottle of lotion from the other. I envy the…