Colonoscopy is an apt metaphor for this blog, as you will soon learn. It was that point when I was due the every-five-year medical invasion. The dreaded prep was simple, with little discomfort. The physician was charming, noticeably competent, and thorough in...
Sometimes you can find an inspiring graphic on Instagram. One that recently caught my eye was a photo of a young girl in tears. The line at the top of the photo said: “He asked this girl: ‘Are you Hindu, Christian, or Muslim?’” She answered: “I am hungry.” It made me...
You’ve seen the tee shirt. “Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.” It has a bit of a smart-alecky tone, like someone who has been around the block a few times and is proud to show off. But it also has a super confident, “I can’t wait to...
Before my grandfather passed away at age eighty-six, I asked him how his era was different from mine. “Our day was harder,” he said, “but happier.” The “harder” part I had expected; the “happier” part surprised me. I asked him for his reason. Looking out across a...
I was walking through a large retail store today and they were taking down all the Independence Day paraphernalia to replace them with sales goods themed around Labor Day. It made me sad. I could not help but view it as a metaphor for our short-term, time’s up world...
