Nobody wants to be a jerk…all the time. Being a jerk or mishandling trust is counter to the human need for community. It doesn’t take long for little kids to learn relational consequences of throwing sand on their pals, refusing to share, and tossing their peas on the floor…and the dog…and a tired parent. Toddlers … More Welcome to the Thunderdome (or fighting fair)
Yesterday, Dr. N dropped by for a lunch kibbutz. She had something on her brilliant mind distracting her from her best life. I had the privilege to listen. Dr. N is one of my favorite people; we laugh like five-year-olds, navigate life with the energy of teenagers, and swap wisdom as if we were old old … More Investing in Unicorns
Gratitude I have stumbled across peeps with whom I look forward to getting older. People who will buzz around campus with me on my motorcycle with a sidecar and sloppy dog. People who already laugh heartily and freely – unencumbered by the pretensions of the fearful. People who never quit learning or dreaming up their … More Awash in Quirky Gratitude
These blogs of derring-do flung out into the world have not been always easy. Rarely celebratory. But today, I get to tell you a most marvelous secret: Magpie and Zach were married in Bassona del Grappa a few weeks ago while their Izzy, the wonderdog, and I trotted among the Flint Hills. And I wouldn’t have it … More Today, we shared a good secret
‘We’re all just walking each other home.’ – Ram Dass This weekend, a few of the kids returned to the nest to pick up their giant pup, Izzy. Such a reunion. Such stories. Enough dog hair to make fake mustaches for hipsters worldwide. Yesterday, a friend who is kind and strong and gentle – a … More We’re just walking each other home
