While I was cleaning my basement a few weeks ago, I made a discovery. My high school diary. If you ever want to see how much you’ve evolved, try reading anything you wrote before the age of 17. Fair warning: it can be a wild ride for your self-esteem. I should mention I’ve been feeling… Continue reading Dear Diary, Why Was I So Pathetic?
Lots of them, in fact. Balls as far as the eye can see. I do not know when it started. All I know is that for most of my life I have had the humor level of an elementary-age child. Farting is funny. Burping is funny. Balls are funny. Now, I do have decorum. Do… Continue reading Kicking Off 2016 With Some Balls
My oldest daughter Anna knows I write a blog and has never asked me to stop or not to write about her. She has told me that she is proud of me and that makes me so happy because teenagers are brutally honest. They don't care if they hurt your feelings, truth be told, and… Continue reading One Word Holiday- Anna
This year is the first time I have included my girls in the blog questions and to tell you the truth, I was really excited to have them be a part of it. I have said for years that this blog is something of a diary to them, but in my head I always wanted… Continue reading One Word Holiday- Ella
During Christmas break in 1987, our small-town Ohio high school band had the incredible opportunity to travel to Orlando, Florida, to compete in the Citrus Bowl Parade and Marching Band Competition. It felt huge for us at the time—one of those once-in-high-school experiences that made everything else fade into the background. Of course, getting there… Continue reading Citrus Bowl Trip – Lexington Band of Gold 1987
I know you’re looking off to the side because the guy at Photorama told you to. Look over there, wistfully. You probably didn’t even know what wistful meant back then. I’m writing to you because I’ve been helping plan our 30-year reunion with a group of friends. We’ve been going through old yearbooks, tracking people… Continue reading Dear 17-Year-Old-Self
