3 p.m.

3 p.m.

Sitting in my second-grade classroom in 1982 I felt as if I was frozen in time. The typical circular thin disc of a wall clock hung above the dusty chalkboard in the front of my classroom. When installing the colorful wallpaper border decorated with math problems the...
My draft list to have a “good day”

My draft list to have a “good day”

Searching for what makes a good day (for me) is my ongoing journey. The fact that I am asking this question means that I clearly feel unfilled and furthermore do not believe I am living the best life I can or should. As I try to unearth answers, I instead come to the...
The Good Life: Fridays, Family, and the Forest

The Good Life: Fridays, Family, and the Forest

One thing I have been thinking about while jogging through my town is the vision I’ve had since a kid of what it means to live “the good life”. That mental picture is of a two-story log home nestled in the woods. The house has a big front porch and is protected by a...