I Know The Importance Of A TribeWe Are The Champions – Queen
“You can do it!” some one shouts from the curb down Main Street in the Magic Kingdom.
It’s early two thousand
“I Adhere to My Own Set of Rules”All Those Years Ago – George Harrison
“Because I say so!” yells my Mom.
It’s nineteen sixty something, although it could be anytime
In the Being vs Becoming journey, I find my list of shit is also becoming something different than when I started.
Those of you that have read my stories may or may not recall that I have “Daddy
It’s nineteen sixty-something and it’s time for recess at Barney’s Academy. I’m in the first grade.
As I struggle to get on the monkey bars, hefting my plump frame to the first
It’s nineteen-seventy something and my friends and I are building a treehouse in a wooded part of Maitland.
“This is going to be the best treehouse ever!” we all agree as we find
I’d Like To Teach
The World To Sing – The Seekers
seventy something and I am holed up in my bedroom listening to my new Lynyrd
Skynyrd Album on my stereo. The
It was nineteen eighty-something and it is our first assignment in Operations Management at MBA school. There are not too many students in this class. Most of them take finance or marketing.
It was nineteen seventy-something and the first-semester report card was sent home to my parents along with a note from the teacher.
I was a solid C student most of my elementary education and I was
It’s nineteen eighty-something, a time I call BC, before children. As I sit in traffic in my older model Datsun 1200 on my to work early on a Friday morning, I notice a guy about my age driving
It’s nineteen-ninety something and my son is having difficulty making friends at school.
At the evening table the typical question to my kids is “What was something good that happened
It’s just the other day and, one of my office mates mentions she has seen my Facebook posts.
“What is the StoryAthlete Challenge you are doing?” she asks. “Are you doing some
It is March, nineteen seventy-something and soon to graduate high school, Rex is sitting in the guidance counselor’s office.
Mrs. Reddick, the guidance counselor assigned to me, looks me
It’s nineteen-seventy something and my parents had recently purchased a condo at Cocoa Beach.
My Mom has always loved the beach, coming from Upstate New York, her dream was to be in the sun,
Kathie and I were doing out Sunday morning grocery shopping. It is one of our rituals that we both enjoy. A quiet time to talk and plan out our week.
Even the order in which we walk up and down