We all start somewhere. We evolve. One. Step. At. A. Time. And, like a baby learning to walk, we fall down, get up, try again. Without failure there is nothing to learn from, no improvement. Eventually the baby walks. The same thing awaits us as we evolve into Leaders. It certainly has been true. From [...]
Well, I guess he wasn’t kidding when he said he was starving. After overcoming a load of self-doubt last week, Erik Reichenbach exited Survivor: Caramoan within the first 10 minutes of the final episode, attached to a bag of intravenous fluids in the back of a medical van. Diagnosis: starvation state and dehydration. The show [...]
For Mother’s Day weekend, I thought I would give my readers a break from my normal education advocacy writings and share a story from my childhood as a tribute to my Mother. As a young boy growing up in Tennessee, it was a tradition at our church to wear roses on Mother’s day. We had [...]
I’ve collected books for a long time. I think I was a collector before I knew I was a collector. One day you just wake up and realize you have a few hundred books packed into your one bedroom apartment. I’m not a “serious” collector, though. I don’t dream about ribbed leather spines or [...]
Day 35 was Erik Reichenbach’s turn for a meltdown on Survivor: Caramoan. At least he doesn’t have one every day – my God, Dawn should be dehydrated to the max by now. I can’t wait for someone to vote for her in tribal council, and when they do one of those whispered here’s-the-reason scenes, it’s [...]
Here’s a different way to serve watermelon, for Memorial Day and all summer long. 2 cups cubed watermelon (about ½” cubes) ½ cup sliced celery ½ cup seedless red grape halves Dash of salt ¼ cup Greek yogurt 2 tablespoons sliced almonds, toasted Stir together watermelon, celery, and grapes in bowl. Just before serving, stir [...]
Adobe, a harbinger of things to come, made a big announcement. No longer, will you be able to buy packaged products from them.
This is Big! JT discusses why.
But I do. It’s beautiful. At least he knows what it is now. Unlike last year, when I…uh…kinda stole rhubarb for strawberry rhubarb custard pie, this year I asked if I could have some. Rather urgently too, as I watched his sister waving a weed-whacker around the yard, clearly in that dangerous phase of a yard [...]