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There is a universal saying amongst today’s young adults. And that saying is “Perfect.” I’m perfectly sure that nobody or anything is ever truly perfect. When I order an entrée at a restaurant and the server says “perfect,” I think to myself, how could that be? What if I change my mind and opt for lasagna rather than meatballs?  Do the meatballs and my once-skilled decision get demoted less than perfect? One thing I work

We live in a time where self-help books, gurus, influencers, and experts expound, “If you follow these step-by-step methods, mindsets, behaviors, and beliefs things will get better.” Well, things were better this morning till a young man turned in front of me, forcing me to lock my brakes, sending a steamy stream of un-lidded hot chocolate into my half-ass effective phone charger, positioned right behind the cup holder. Well, if this is the worst thing

So, it’s a little over two weeks into the new year. Excitement, wonder, and curiosity abound. We hope to experience peace and contentment in the immediate future; for me, the future is the rest of the day. But so much of our peace depends on how much we are willing to let go of. Upon awakening, we habitually go to the freezer and pull out a container of frozen gruel from the past. We chisel

You sniffle watching your kid pack some meaningful childhood belongings as you both move into the next full-blown chapter of your lives.  You load the car, and you help carry things into the dorm. You stock their little fridge, and watch them set up their dorm room. Maybe slip them a few twenties, turn around, and walk away from your soon-to-be anointed  “adult” college kid. You call a couple of times; they come home occasionally.