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
"Often, our Angels and loved ones in Spirit choose hummingbirds to relay their messages. They may guide hummingbirds to hum to validate their spiritual presence and to send us signs and reminders to follow our joy, stand in the light, and stay present in the moment. Your loved ones in Heaven may choose… Continue reading Hummingbird
I have a secret. Come closer. Closer. A little bit closer. Did anyone see you come in? No? Are you sure? Look both ways. Is no one behind you? Okay, good. Ready? Big sigh. My sophomore year in high school, at band camp, I was given a nickname by the upperclassmen. ARE YOU SURE NO… Continue reading This Isn’t My First Big Adventure with Pee Wee Herman
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?
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 