Life Lessons

Choose to be happy — a kitchen sink miracle.

My mother had a condition that put her in a wheelchair the last few years of her life. The issue was her feet, but it was bad enough that she had been in a wheelchair for some time. In fact, I’m not sure that my children recall her ever not being in a wheelchair. One…

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Of duct tape and dishes and the power of listen

“Hello, my name is Rusty.” Hi Rusty. “I’m a FIXER. My DNA has made me this way. I’ve been working on this (fixing myself) for years now and have been quasi-sober for about 13 hours…” I’m not sure what the draw is, the drive that pushes me to instinctively try to fix everything. I’m not…

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My Right to Long for the Good Old Days

I never had to walk to school, uphill both ways, but I did have to earn my trophy. You see, I grew up in a time where things were considered fair for everyone. Not that it was actually fair, but if you wanted something you actually had to earn it. You didn’t receive things just…

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Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Table Manners

It was not uncommon for my kids to have friends over at dinner time. And traditionally, including the house I grew up in, it was commonplace to invite the same friend to stay for dinner. After all, with our crew, there was a blessed amount of food on the table at each meal. On one…

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Type Type Type…Delete Delete Delete

Getting older does have its benefits, maybe not necessarily health benefits, but you certainly get to know yourself a little better. For instance… In the morning I like to start my day at the gym riding a stationary bike. While on the bike, I plug in my headphones and watch the news on the screen…

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Setting Their Own Bedtime.

Here’s the deal, when my kids were old enough to start middle school, round about 12-years old, they were allowed to go to bed as late as they wanted. Really. As. Late. As. They. Wanted.* (note little starry thingie) About the “*,” the caveat was that they could not surf television, but could read a…

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Dining Room Table Therapy

I’ve been married for a few years (okay, over 27!). With that, we have six children, with each one of them married and doing pretty good in their own regard. Statistically speaking, you would think that one of them would be way off the tracks — I mean far enough off that they would need a boat…

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