Forget the whole shebang about seeing a man about a horse. You need to saddle up and go see a woman about a will. Do you have a will? You know, that legal document that bequeaths all your assets when you die. That thing you should have done, signed, copied, and put in the safe … [Read more...] about When There’s a Will…
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The Gift of Garbage
Deal seems to lose things. His version of cleaning up and putting things away is shoving whatever it is that needs a home into a closet or drawer and using brute force to shut it. It's not uncommon to walk into his room and see bulging drawers with a jumble of jeans hanging out. … [Read more...] about The Gift of Garbage
The Wisdom of Dr. Seuss
I realize that citing the readings of Dr. Seuss might seem juvenile, but one book in particular speaks to me. It's a little known book that Dr. Seuss had batted around in sketches and notes, but sadly had never published before he died. Upon his death in 1991, his editor asked … [Read more...] about The Wisdom of Dr. Seuss
Packer Pride
Make a free slideshow This is probably the only post I'll ever write about sports. I never played sports, unless you count the one time I played field hockey in tenth grade and broke my little toe in the very first practice. I was the dorky kid who was in the … [Read more...] about Packer Pride
Three Lessons I Want to Teach My Sons
There are three things I hope to instill in my sons - a love of reading, an appreciation for food, and a show of manners. I believe I grew up with those same values through a combination of cultural osmosis, nature, and happenstance. I'm hoping to more actively demonstrate the … [Read more...] about Three Lessons I Want to Teach My Sons
There Never Seems to be Enough Time…
When my babies were tiny, I used to spend hours gazing at their slumbering faces. Little nostrils flaring, breath setting a hypnotic beat, eyes twitching in dreamland, itty bitty fingers swatting away invisible itches on a scrunched up nose. Their little faces contorted this … [Read more...] about There Never Seems to be Enough Time…
Every Christmas I Celebrate Someone Other Than Jesus
She was 16 teetering on 17 when I met her. She was shy, more an observer than a doer. Her mother talked garrulously while her little brother flipped through Encyclopedia Brown books and her older brother bopped his head to some rock n roll drowning out the clickety clack white … [Read more...] about Every Christmas I Celebrate Someone Other Than Jesus