Dive deep into your head and conjure up the most hipster coffee shop you possible can. A converted garage, reclaimed wood with metal accents, beans roasted on site, perfectly crafted pour-overs. Straight out of central casting, it’s full of writers …
This is the story of two young men. Age peers, but there the similarities diverged, much like the path in the woods. This is the story of Goofus and Gallant. Gallant was a fine young chap, admired by his peers …
Mislabeled. Misdiagnosed. Misunderstood. Missed. Unidentified. Invisible. Hidden in plain sight. Twice-exceptional. I see you. I see you in the classroom, rarely living up to your “potential.” I see you wanting to succeed, but struggling against your own self. I …
I am in no way a runner. Not even a little. If you see me running, I recommend you give serious thought to joining me, as I am very likely running from something with fangs or a creature moaning braaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnnsssss. …
Years ago, way back in the dark ages of raising young boys, I did a lot of scrapbooking. Like, a lot. It was my hobby of choice and I loved it. Still do, I just don’t have the time …
It’s that time of year again. That time of year when I get just a wee bit crazy (erm…crazier), and it’s not because I’m still scanning the horizon for the Disaster of the Day. It’s the start of “this is …
My emotional over-excitabilities are at a forest fire level lately. Kinda like a red-flag warning, EF5 tornado of red-hot flame, tearing across the prairie to Laura and Pa level of out of control. I am supremely proud of the fact …
I wasn’t originally going to write about today’s topic of gifted elders. I’m not a gifted elder, I didn’t want to write about my parents, and I didn’t think I had anything to contribute to the topic. But a long …
There’s a fine balance between boredom and burnout, and I’m getting better at finding it. I’ve discovered that it’s a see-saw and I ride that sucker like a bucking bronco. I’m white-knuckling the handles right now; maybe one day I’ll have the courage to ride one-handed and swing my hat around as I hoot and holler at the top of my lungs.
In the meantime, it’s a helluva ride.
“Turn your brain off.” “Quit thinking so much!” “I can hear you thinking, shush!” “Your brain is trying to derail you, ignore it.” “For the love of all things holy and green, shove a sweaty sock into your brain’s talk-hole …
