Category: Life Lessons

I missed one day of school my sophomore year of high school.  I didn’t miss any my junior or senior years.  It wasn’t because I was a great student, dedicated to getting good grades, but I wasn’t sick, so I didn’t pretend to be so.  The day I did miss my sophomore year was because …

The first time I met Dave Pray he was the elementary school principal in Clinton.  He was new at his job but had been a teacher there prior to his promotion.  I was a couple of years into my tenure in Addison. We were at a workshop hosted by the Lenawee County Intermediate School District.  …

What I know for sure about death and dying is limited. I’m positive there’s something else.  I just don’t know what.  If you’ve read my blogs, especially since Ruth’s accident, you know that I believe that she stops in to let me know she’s still with me. There are no big visions or conversations just …

I was about thirteen years old when I first thought about my own mortality.  I had lost two of my grandparents a few years prior, but never considered my own death until around the time of my thirteenth birthday.  I don’t know if the thought of being a teenager triggered my fear, but it was …

When I was an elementary school principal, Madelyn Hunter was one of several educational gurus that I followed.  She had a model for effective teaching that outlined the important parts of a good lesson plan.  I encouraged my staff to use her model.  Some did, some didn’t, but most at least gave a look see …

I met with a second surgeon regarding my left shoulder last week.  He’s a sports medicine expert, specializing in shoulders.  He had a new ex-ray taken when I arrived and reviewed an electronic copy of my cat scan and MRI.   We talked a bit as he pulled on my arms and rattled statistics to his …

When I went off to college in the fall of 1965 I planned to become an attorney. I really didn’t know what an attorney did other than wear a suit to work and use his brain rather than his back to make a living. Most of the men I knew used their back. I had …

When I was a kid my mom and dad had a percolator to make coffee. They put water in the pot, ground coffee in a metal basket, inserted the basket into a metal tube that fit inside the percolator bottom, put the top on the percolator, placed the percolator on the kitchen stove, and fired …

When I began my look into meeting new women on a dating site, I moved forward cautiously.  It was new territory, and I didn’t want to make any wrong moves.  Turns out I haven’t made many moves at all.  The ones I had in my youth are gone. Over the past several months I’ve seen …

If I ever publish another book, I think I’ll call it Based on a True Story. That’s what all my writing is. While I don’t look down on those who write fiction, writing about my life as the stories reappear is just easier for me. As I’ve written before, it’s the truth as I remember …