Many waters call to me Amid the dry hot desert Hot sun beats down Longing for waves To wash away weariness . The dusty road ahead I trek over hardened rock Burdens weigh me down Pressing against gravel Grit against my soul . Tired body presses forth Distant shore in view Cool breeze welcomes me… Continue reading Refreshing Waters
Owning a Piece of Creative History
I spent more than half my life as a writer creating advertising, news releases, brochures, articles and even speeches. I know first-hand that the creative process is fickle and unforgiving. Sometimes ideas flow non-stop and other times there are dry spells where the ideas never come. I am always amazed by what can trigger an… Continue reading Owning a Piece of Creative History
Making an Impression
Going through an old box of handwritten letters from decades ago has a certain feel about it that isn't the same as reading old emails and posts on a screen...
The Last Time
The other day I was in our basement and I looked at a stack of bins with toys our kids used to play with years ago. At one time these toys were spread across the house and played with on a daily basis. Even though they were picked up each night, the next day they… Continue reading The Last Time
Name Dropper
Maybe you’ve seen one of them. A sign along the freeway that dedicates the freeway to a person. I’ve seen them many times on my many travels, but a while ago I saw one that caught me off guard. I read the name and told myself, “I know that guy!” It was yet another reminder… Continue reading Name Dropper
The Balancing Act of Presenting the News
In the early 1980s I earned a degree in Journalism and went on to graduate school and a teaching assistant position in the Journalism department of my alma mater. I think it’s safe to say that the field of journalism is radically different now than it was nearly 40 years ago. When I graduated from… Continue reading The Balancing Act of Presenting the News
Assumed Identity
Few people know this, but there was a brief moment in my life when I lived under an assumed identity. I wasn’t myself, but someone else. It started innocently enough, but it didn’t take long for me to realize I was in over my head. Let me explain. When I was in high school in… Continue reading Assumed Identity
Longing for Crowds
Crowds. The word jolted me while I was reading a novel the other day. I tried to remember what it was like to be in a crowd. It had been so long since I was in a crowd — a crowded stadium, a theater, even a crowded sidewalk. The concept of a crowd seems so… Continue reading Longing for Crowds
Reading the Road
In the age of GPS and smart phones, I can’t help but wonder if paper map reading is a lost art. I have to admit I can’t remember the last time I used a paper map to help me locate a destination. It’s much easier to put the destination into the map ap on my… Continue reading Reading the Road
Phone Calls Ain’t What They Used To Be
As I talked on the phone the other night with my granddaughter, I thought about how natural it is for her to have a video call. Even more amazing to me is that we were talking while I was out for a walk. She was able to share the sights around me. The availability of… Continue reading Phone Calls Ain’t What They Used To Be
The Next Half Century 