Our son, Hayden, had expressed an interest in playing Tuba after we PCSed to Germany. “Tuba? Really?” I’d wondered.
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A lesson for losers
The stadium lights blazed sizzling white that fall Friday night. Our son was the second string center on the visiting team. His odds of playing weren’t good.
Why do we fall back into darkness every year?
Those were cold, dark winter mornings during second semester of my freshman year in college, when my alarm woke me at 5:00 am for morning swim team practices.
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Would you be your own best friend?
“I wish I could meet someone more like me,”… “But then again,” I joked, as our car’s wheels climbed the east side of the bridge, “I’m not sure I’d be friends with me if I met myself on the street.”