Being Called “Doc” Is One of the Greatest Honors
There exists a different world that many people never see, and even fewer understand. Growing up as a Navy Brat—and this is a term of fondness and affection—installed many things…
Suck It Up, Buttercup!
I have intentionally entered into several agreements where I willfully subject myself to the opinion of others. They are called writing critique groups. “Criticism may not be agreeable, but it…
Does Beano Work on Fiber Bars?
I wonder if my son is going to remember events like I do. He may decide to change around some of the memories to fit whatever moment he needs. But…
Winter Winds Blow My Common Sense Far Away
It’s snowing! The fluffy white stuff is falling…not a lot, but some. I love snow. I love winter and the myriad aspects that accompany it: snow, cold, icicles hanging from…
If My Father Could See Me Now
Growing up, the concept of the Renaissance Man—a person skilled in a myriad of areas—intrigued me. Educated, musical, writer of poems, singer of songs, rider of horses, skilled in the…
The Monster in the Coats!
If you know me at all, you have probably heard me mention living in Iceland a few times—okay, maybe thousands of times. I loved living there. As a 9-year-old living…