Three slices of courage I want to write about today: My oldest daughter is one of the most courageous people I know. In her 8th grade year, she went to Iowa State for a conference that dealt with women in... Continue Reading →
Last Saturday, we finished what may be our last Iowa State Fair experience. There was tension between the groups we'd stalled with for the last three years. My daughter was a cranky about many things. My wife was half a... Continue Reading →
It's 10:15 CST, and this is the view from where I'm sleeping: Yup, it's State Fair time! As my wife is in Italy, my job of "show dad" has expanded to that of "show parent". U made cookies. I made... Continue Reading →
It's 10:10 PM (CST) and I'm staring at this screen thinking, "What the heck do I write about?" Writing this summer has been an issue. What should I write about?? I could write about the fact I've got my notebooks,... Continue Reading →
I've had this written down for a few days now. It's gotten into my craw and is festering until I get it written, so why not now? First, I've written about this twice, first in 2015 in a blog titled, A... Continue Reading →
After eating new things, meeting new people, and experiencing some of what The South is all about, it was time to come back to Iowa, and reality. Our flight was at 9:00 AM from Charleston, and I'm always nervous about... Continue Reading →
We started today like we would the rest of the week at The Meeting Street Inn, with a gorgeous breakfast. Today options: fresh pineapple and canalope, yogurt with blueberries and strawberries, topped with granola, scrambled eggs and sausage patties, and... Continue Reading →
Here I am, in our local repair shop, typing this on my phone because my data is all used up, making my phone a big paper weight. #profanity But, my phone is a "new to me" phone (I'm a cheap... Continue Reading →
I've been thinking a lot about perspective. Glass half full, half empty kinds of things. Watching my father struggle with his back surgery, it makes things both come into focus and become blurry at the same time. The nonsense going... Continue Reading →
The Life of a Conflicted Teacher 