After a rough week of being sick and then dealing with the devil more than usual during a shortened work week, the weekend loomed like a colorful piñata.
The potential was palpable, but I would have some convincing to do.
It doesn’t seem that long ago that we used to pack the kids up on a whim and drive to Mexico for spring break.
The first time we did it was after a particularly rough quarter at college. I wasn’t completely convinced I was doing the right thing, and the stress was eating away at me.
I discovered we had $1,000 leftover from student aid that could be used for living expenses , and at that point in time, I needed to do some living.
Continue reading Living Spontaneously: Losing my travel companions
It’s time for some more honesty.
When I’m in a moving vehicle, I’m a control freak.
I like to be in control of my situation, and the only person in the world I completely trust at the wheel, when I’m in the car, is my wife.
The only other two drivers in this world that I trust at all are my father-in-law and my dad. Both of whom have immaculate driving records.
Continue reading The view from the passenger seat
He came bounding out of the school wearing an old Easter outfit I recognized from a few years ago.
He’s not the paragon of fashion, and I’m okay with that as long as he is.
It was a dark mint shirt with a striped tie where one stripe matched a shade of the shirt. Khaki cargo trousers and a belt rounded out the ensemble.
“How was your presentation?” I asked, sort of feebly.
Continue reading The Boy in the Mirror: Raising Yourself