Knowings

For this naïve, young teenager, every morning as I brushed my teeth, I’d stand there looking in the mirror scared, forced to confront fear head-on and put on a suit of armor.  Every day self-terrorizing with wonder, no, worry about what possible traumatic interaction I’d be forced to defend myself against – alone – amid the hostile environment known as the school halls of hormonally-charged teenagers... follow to read the full story.

Prelude to Eruption

Restless. Irritable. Discontent. Inside I was smoldering with dis-ease over everything and everyone, everywhere. Everywhere I went, there I was...smoldering. Something was wrong - with me - yet I couldn't put my finger on it. The fire burning inside me was getting stoked, an upwelling was gaining; the pressure was rising, momentum building. I suffered silently, tried to at least, as the smoke around me grew thicker and darker in my mental agitation and physical discomfort.

Dr. Bill and the Igloo – A love story

"I always thought every day was a gift, but now I am looking for where to send the thank you note." ~  Randy Pausch In recent years, I've cultivated a reputation for writing "the best thank you notes."  Those are not my words, just a five word summary that has been repeated back to me … Continue reading Dr. Bill and the Igloo – A love story