Just Finish

One of my dad’s favorite stories is of his days as a runner for Westmar College.  His most famous track meet was held at the University of South Dakota where he ran the two-mile race.  At the sound of the gun, he got out to a fast start and even led the race for the…

Not Always What They Seem

My sister had an Easy-Bake Oven that could make miniature cakes.  It was the coolest invention ever.  Small silver cake pans were placed on a rack, pushed into the oven, and in a matter of minutes there was a cake.  It could be decorated with icing, but my preference was taking it out of the…

Drives Me Crazy

There is something that drives me crazy about my father.  He doesn’t finish sentences when he is speaking – especially when he has a lot on his mind or is in a hurry.  He will say most of a sentence, maybe mumble the last word or two, then move to the next sentence.  Drives me…

Lost

I’m pretty sure that the sense of direction is innate.  It is always important for me to have my bearings and to know which direction I’m headed.  I can remember places and streets and landmarks from places that I traveled many years earlier.  My sister can’t find her way out of a shoebox. As a…