Month: August 2016

At Least You Tried

I always have thought of myself as both a doer and a dreamer, as I usually can be found checking items off of an endless list of things to do and conjuring up limitless dreams.  Lately, I have been exploring… Read More ›

Benign Memories

I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook’s feature that displays memories of what you have shared on your profile page.  Some memories make me smile big time, while others make me cringe.  Today’s memory had all been but forgotten, but once… Read More ›

Gobble, Gobble

Although I am known for my gift of gab, and my person is known for his listening skills, this morning, we switched roles.  As he talked about some situations that continue to frustrate him, I listened attentively.  When he finished,… Read More ›

No White Flags

It is not unusual to hear a professional athlete referred to as a hero.  On September 25, 2006, when New Orleans Saint Steve Gleason blocked a punt in the first home game played in the Superdome following Hurricane Katrina, some labeled… Read More ›