A few weeks ago, I wrote about attending my high school reunion and what I didn't plan to do beforehand. That post received a surprisingly positive response, as well as numerous requests for a follow-up post. Mostly because you wanted to know if I told anyone that I trained hamsters in my basement. Sorry to… Continue reading I Went to My High School Reunion and Lived to Tell
On July 21st, I will be attending my 30-year high school reunion at my rural Ohio high school. It will be full of fun things like seeing old teachers, visiting old schools, seeing old classmates. Lots of old stuff to make me feel less old or conversely, even older. Let's just say it's gonna be… Continue reading Things I Didn’t Do Before My 30-Year High School Reunion
As I drove through my neighborhood this morning, I noticed the trees that line the streets. When did these trees get so big? I thought to myself. A large portion of my time is spent looking ahead — at the road while driving, at the soccer field where my youngest plays, or through the camera… Continue reading When Did The Trees Get So Big?
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?
Reading my friend Teri’s blog post about how colleges should broadcast the entire halftime show during football games took me on a trip down memory lane—to my high school marching band days. During Christmas break in 1987, our small-town Ohio high school band had the incredible opportunity to travel to Orlando, Florida, to compete in… Continue reading Citrus Bowl My Ass. More Like Citrus Hole
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
A Grace Full Life 