Pain Pain Go Away
Pain is like a really mean bully. You look him in the eye and say “You’re not so tough,” and then he punches you in the face and you realize you were wrong. He is so tough. I was recovering nicely from last Tuesday’s reconstruction surgery. So well, in fact, that I decided to go
Join the KIND Movement
Quite a few months ago, I got a little black box in the mail. On the front, in simple letters, it said, “How kind of you.” I hadn’t done anything particularly nice that I could remember, so I couldn’t imagine who would be sending it to me. Now, perhaps you should know, I am a
Kids Are Noisy
Hello Friends! Just a quick update to let you know that surgery went well on Tuesday. At least I think it went well. I’m still here, so that’s a good sign, but I haven’t peeked under the bandages, so I can’t say if the doctors actually did what they were supposed to do. To review,
Do Not Bring Up Netflix
Tomorrow’s the big day. I’m heading back to THE JAMES for reconstructive surgery. For anyone who cares about the details, Saul and I have to be in Columbus by 9:30 for an 11:30 surgery. It should take less than three hours and after another two hours in the recovery room, I’m free to come home.
Kindness Ninja Starts School Revolution
Brian Williams was supposed to be a high-powered, highly paid businessman. In college, he was ranked as the top business student in the country, as in the entire United States. Only, when he got out into the real world, he found he wasn’t crazy about some of the shadier practices happening behind the scenes. Now,
Prayer Box
I saw something today that took my breath away. Downtown Athens is home to quite a few big old beautiful churches, but one in particular caught my eye this morning. I have driven past First United Methodist many times. I’d say hundreds, but I’ve only lived here two years, so that may be a stretch.
Take a Swing at It
Have you ever had your children totally show you up? Prove you wrong? Make you realize your parenting faux pas? Yeah, that happens. It happened to me this weekend at the ball field. Let me give you some of the painful backstory… last year my son Charlie (who is now 10) joined baseball for the
