When I was in high school I threw the shot put and discus for our track team. I was not particularly good at either, largely…
Taking Time for Reflection
On a recent trip to visit friends in Austin, Texas, we went to hear a speaker. Who it was and what it was about isn’t…
‘You Are Still Alive’
Last night, my 9-year-old daughter’s class held a poetry cafe where the students all shared poems that they had written. There were snacks and socializing,…
Speaking Truth to Power, and to Yourself
I just finished putting on a conference at the university this week, and spent yesterday just scratching the surface of some level of rejuvenation. It…
Postcards From Luckenbach
About 25 years ago a good friend of mine went away to school and, while we occasionally talked on the phone and I made the…
Hey, Be Careful, There’s a Deer in That Bush
A friend of mine recently left his job at the university for a new opportunity at a different institution. At Derek’s goodbye lunch, he and…
Fred Flintstone and the Kindness of Strangers
Just about 25 years ago I flew from Los Angeles to Las Vegas to attend the graduation of a close friend who was getting her…
Telling Stories
Caveat – I’m reading Jennifer Weiner’s memoire, which is wonderfully written, sad, hilarious, and inspiring. This post will be different than those I’ve previously written,…
Healthy Eating on Travel Days
I’m writing this from the dining room table in a friend’s house in Austin, Texas, and relishing being away from the last gasp of bitter…
Confessions of a Morning Person
I’ve previously written about my morning routine, which is pretty much the same thing whether it’s a weekday or a weekend. I get in a…
