Locked In

When we’d visit our grandparents in North Dakota, there was one item that I was locked in on finding – Grandpa’s pith helmet.  Adventures seem bigger when you wear a pith helmet.  At grandma’s house in Kansas we’d lock in on a set of blocks where you could mix or match the face, torso, and…

Moving Targets

Had a conversation with a man whose wife had recently died. She was a vibrant person – high energy and full of life. She developed dementia and he told of his daily visits, her decline, and how the disease took her vibrancy, her energy, and eventually her life. But the saddest part was he shared…

Thinking Back, Not Way Back

It hit me the other day, many of my blog posts are from my childhood and none have been from the experiences of our own children.  I think there are three reasons.  One, I’m old so my memory skips from back to way back.  Two, I’m still traumatized by their teenage and college years.  Three,…