Here’s a fun and informative thing to do if you have an hour. Or a lifetime. Take out a big sheet of paper and some colored pencils or crayons. Draw the outside of a house as if it represents your life. Color your house with symbols, words and phrases that are meaningful to …
I’ve always thought great things were about to happen. Why I came up with that silly notion is beyond me. People around me were practical, even cautious, in predicting the outcomes of various ventures. Not me. I’d take the best case scenario and multiply it by five. Why …
Sometimes I feel so young I need to do a search of my body to prove I’m approaching 75 years of age. My search doesn’t take a long time. Typically, I first look down at my hands. They are a palm reader’s dream come true – so many deep canyons to explore. My fingers look …
As I age, I’m becoming alarmingly skilled at putting off little stuff I don’t enjoy doing. During my hard-charging work years, I lived by the principle of attacking early each morning those jobs I least wanted to handle. I’d get those puppies out of the way so the rest of my …
When I was around 13 years old, I blamed my neighbor, Mrs. Milkman, for turning me in to the cops. She noticed her Christmas tree lights had been removed from her pine tree and transferred over to Arty Jackson’s house across the street (backstory: my parents talked about how …
I’d like to be Nigel J. Wiggins. Why? He guides a frisky pack, and they all respect his loving leadership. When trouble breaks out, Nigel rushes to the fire with unrelenting courage. Nigel mindfully lives in the moment. He’s not worried about yesterday or tomorrow. He always …
I thought my life would become less complicated as I aged. It’s not happening. Personal relationships still confuse me. Close friends and relatives don’t think the same way I do. I can’t even finish writing a book I started two years ago. Work is even more thorny. Why …
Playing golf with my brother Eddie was always a challenge. He took his sweet time. After several practice swings, he would approach the ball and just stand there, perfectly still. Often, Eddie would then back away, pose behind his ball and stare at the fairway ahead. For …
My smartphone is screwing me over again. I’m sick and tired of it. It sits there each morning, cradled in its slick, black charger, picking up unbridled power. Meanwhile, I’m expending energy making my bed, feeding the dogs, brushing my teeth and attempting to get matching …
If you don’t get a warm feeling about this story, check your pulse. Last Saturday, Sherry and I found a dead doe on our property who had recently given birth. We sadly disposed of the body, which showed no signs of disease or wounds. The next morning, our four white Swiss …