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
It’s nineteen-eighty something and people at Jessica’s daycare are amazed.
Jessica was able to move up to the bigger kid room because she was potty trained at an earlier than normal age.
I’ve Been This Way Before – Neil Diamond
Today is the first day in a long time I have challenged myself physically. And it felt good.
Up until four years ago, I had a routine that kept
It’s nineteen ninety-something and my half-sister is in town making her once every two-year visit. I knew something was up when she suggested: “Rex, let’s you and I have lunch together.”
It’s the turn of the
century, yes, nineteen ninety-nine, and my Mom and I were walking out of the
office to our family business on New Year’s Eve. She was seventy-seven at the time.
It’s current day and my mentor and business partner Ryan asks a question none of us as an adult like to think about.
What was that question? “How many days do you have left and how do you
It’s nineteen-sixty something and being the only child of older parents I am a bit of a social misfit.
“Hey, Mom!” I yell from the backyard “Can I go over to Tommy house to
It’s early two-thousand and something as I limp into the office where my parents and I have our family business.
My Mom looks up from her computer screen having watched me struggle to get to
It’s two-thousand and something and my wife, Kathie, is watching Rue Paul’s Drag Race. I did not expect to gain words of wisdom from the show, but I did.
Rue ends the show with “If