If you’ve never had that homesick feeling, it doesn’t mean you hate your home. I think of it as more of a time than a location. Not that we grow out those feelings, we just remember them differently the further we roam. Do you remember that time?
FANCY PEOPLE, BUT NOT TOO FANCY
My wife and I are not fancy people, but one of us is more than the other. As it should be, as long as it’s not me. I’ve seen fancy and come away with the same feelings each time: No Thanks.
LIFE CONTINUES, MEMORIES INCLUDED
Life continues after bad things happen. It continues, but some memories make it a heavier lift. Maybe that’s why some writers keep things light and fun? They don’t want to add to the burden we all carry? What about those burdens?
LIFE CHALLENGES? LET DOGS DECIDE
We wake up to life challenges every day and ignore them. Why? Because we wake up like we always wake up. Waking up is not the challenge. We can disagree, but you know I’m right.
DILUTED MEANING STILL MEANS SOMETHING
Too often, doubt creates diluted meaning. If something seems unbelievable, and someone says it’s unbelievable, do you believe it? Even when there’s a shred of reasonable doubt? Whose gut instinct do you trust, yours or some stranger with a loud voice?
WIFE TONE? WHAT IT MEANS, WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN
A wife tone is the only note a husband needs to memorize. One tone, one wife, no others need acknowledging. Not a Mom Tone, a Boss Tone, Neighbor Tone, Friend Tone, or Kid Tone. It’s usually delivered in the key of A, the holy A, the first letter in the alphabet. Can you hear me? […]
STANDING TALL WHEN IT COUNTS: WEDDING DAY
Standing tall is a goal. It may not seem like much at first, but it is. And here’s why: You’re not standing tall for just yourself, although that’s part of it. If you show how it’s done, others may learn. So, you’re a teacher? Let class begin.
VALIDATED LIFE? GET YOUR TICKET STAMPED EARLY
A validated life, like a validated parking garage ticket, means freedom. Except the validated parking ticket is more direct. Put the card in the slot, the bar rises, you drive away. What constitutes a validated life that raises the bar to escape the couch you’ve been parked on?