Number 32
“Why do you still wear that?” my wife asks. She eyes (not without a bit of loving dismissiveness) the gold-plated...
“Why do you still wear that?” my wife asks. She eyes (not without a bit of loving dismissiveness) the gold-plated...
When I got my Evil Knievel bike for Christmas, I set a goal. A monumental goal. I would circumnavigate my...
The boys of Cleves had swagger. With their shirts off, backs straight and shoulders rocking to the beat of a...
For years, we’ve been culturally conditioned to believe that important things, change-shaping things can only be done by powerful people...
Where should we go? We humans have been asking this question of ourselves and our communities for millennia; however, for...
I was raised by trees. There were the trees at the edge of the woods at the end of my...
This idea of just doing what I am doing…writing every morning…and just doing that…with the faith that there is a...
Leave the crowd. Walk the tunnel. Enter into the arena. Go Toe-to-toe Chin-to-chin Chest-to-chest With your fears, anxieties, and insecurities....
