Call it generational bias. Blame it on the way history is taught in school (with one exception, in my case). The world before 1960 seems black and white. I hear it in the stories older generations tell.
It’s not, of course. The world isn’t just filled with gray, it’s filled with all the colors of the spectrum.
I’ve been fooling around with a birthday gift the last few days…
Maybe it’s his small body. Maybe it’s just hardwired into a four year old boy.
Adam is showing an early flair for maneuvering, pattern recognition, and tactics. I think he’s worked out every long approach to a padded landing in the house. “Adam, no running!” comes out of my mouth on autopilot, like “God bless you” when someone sneezes. It comes out a…
I’m living life with Snow Leopard and iTunes 9. Fellow Apple fan-boys (or excuse me, girls) know what I’m talking about.
I’m giving the Genius Mixes a whirl in iTunes 9, and “Rock Mix 6” is a collection of music ripped from the CDs of my childhood. Yes, I’m one of those people: all my of CDs are ripped, roaring, and ready to go on my Mac.
It’s been a…
My mother-in-law called me earlier. She told me it was 63 degrees in New Hampshire, but it was raining.
Everything before the comma was good natured taunting – it’s still seat sticking hot here. Vinyl seats are cruel and unusual punishment. I think the raining bit was supposed to cushion the blow, but I’m the odd Floridian who doesn’t like this much sun.
I would replace the…
“Grandma’s coming home tomorrow right? I can’t wait!”
That was Beth Wednesday night, talking to me and our pastor on the first night of confirmation class this (school) year.
“So when will she be coming HOME home?”
That was when Beth realized home can be a relative term.
“Oh,” she replied, crestfallen.
That was when I told her the truth, unvarnished…
My parent’s 40th wedding anniversary is coming up next week, so I assumed I’d be making the drive up to Chattahoochee this weekend with my dad.
But I’m not.
My mother is being released to a local assisted living facility on Thursday. I’ll see her right here in good ‘ole Pinellas County on Friday.
The place looks really nice – about as different from a state…
People come and go in my life, like passengers on a subway. We share a small piece of our lives until opportunity, circumstance, or chance steers us to another train. I’m used to it, and I’m not. I know it happens, then it does, and I get over it.
I’ve been really lucky. It’s been a pleasure to share my ride with most of the people I’ve bumped into along the way.
Pat…
Do you trust the health insurance industry more than your government?
Really?
The right spent the last thirty years (at least) selling the idea that government is the root of all problems, and they’ve made a killing. But ask yourself, has your government let you down that much? If so, have you ever called your representative in Congress or Senator to let them know? Have you ever written them…
What gets your attention? What does it take to create enough spark for you to read more than a few words, or stop pressing the channel up button? Does the quality of content suffer from too much quantity, for reasons beyond dilution?
I’ve only got a few more minutes before I should get back to work. Every day I need time to get away, hide, and decompress. It’s not because I find my job…
I was born in Massachusetts so I’m required to have a soft spot for the Kennedys. There was rarely more tension in my house growing up than when my mother would accuse my father of voting for Nixon or Reagan… herself a liberal Democrat in the Kennedy mold – and fan of Ted, the liberal lion of the Senate, in particular.
She named one of our cats Ted during the dark years of…