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
My oldest daughter will be 18 years old tomorrow. I was getting ready to have my first child eighteen years ago this week. I was watching a movie a few weeks ago when the character was rewinding a tape deck in the car, and that simple action got me thinking about all the changes I've… Continue reading Eighteen Years Ago
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, whether it's looking at the road while driving my car, at the soccer field where my youngest daughter plays,… 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 think there's something wrong with me. You can nod your heads as you read this because a part of me wonders if there's something wrong with me as I try to recreate my adolescent years by sitting at a dead director's grave and writing for hours on end. But it was this… Continue reading Channeling Mr. Hughes
A Grace Full Life 