I learned something recently about my 13-year-old son. It turns out the tough guy has a deep streak of nostalgia.
Charlie spent the first 10 years of his life in Fargo. At the end of second grade, we moved him to Ohio. Five years later, we’re back in the Dakotas, this time in South Dakota. Charlie has been asking me since ... Read More
We’ve all been there, in line at the grocery store, when either we came up short or the person in front of us did. Maybe that’s why last week’s column about the woman who paid for the elderly man’s groceries resonated with so many of you.
In the past week, I’ve been delighted to hear your stories. Each act ... Read MoreJust after moving to Ohio, I did something really weird. I was standing in line at the tiny neighborhood grocery store when a man came up behind me with a case of beer. He had to hold it because my groceries were taking up the whole conveyor belt, so I shoved some things forward and said to him, “That looks ... Read More
There is a unique solidarity among coaches’ wives.
Coaches’ wives get the fact that our husbands watch tape until 2 a.m., and that they are on recruiting calls while we are on vacation, and that they walk around a little grumpy the day after a big loss.Coaches’ wives who are also moms understand something else: We often parent alone.
I pride myself ... Read More
The late, great Green Bay Packers coach Vince Lombardi had a thing with time. His players knew there was “normal time” and there was “Lombardi time.” If you played for Vince Lombardi, you were 15 minutes early, or you were late. I used to operate on Lombardi time. I loved being early. I appreciated a few extra minutes to get ... Read More
I’d like to explain how Saturday mornings work in the Phillips household. At about 6 a.m., my almost 3-year-old son, Ben, wakes up, sneaks out of bed and goes to find the dog in her kennel. The dog then wakes up, sees my 8-year-old daughter sleeping and proceeds to jump all over her bed. My daughter, being awakened quite obnoxiously, ... Read More
