In a Dirty Shirt Richard was the boy in my first grade class who never had quite enough for lunch. He made his way to school alone along the back path on foot. He told stories no one believed, … [Read more...]

Head, Heart, and Meaning! I arrived home from nine day journey, thinking about all of the ways we move forward and around in our lives. Some ways are reflective, slow, and private. Some take … [Read more...]

March to Your Own Drummer When I was a child, people said I marched to a different drummer. It was said with a bit of love and a forgiving smile. The implication of such a condition was a sad … [Read more...]

Visual Stimulation Every year in publishing, the push for sales conference was brutal. My birthday was for most of my coworkers a “drop dead date.” The focus, the hours, the living, breathing … [Read more...]

The Power of a Smile Patrick was a 6-year-old white kid, who lived in the inner city — possibly the red light district — he walked to school, where I was a student teacher. It was a rough school … [Read more...]