Get A Grip!

Get A Grip!

Get A Grip “Fight! Fight! Fight!” screams a circle of teenagers as they watch two of their classmates poised to resolve their testosterone and pride-filled conflict with fisticuffs. Quickly, the principal and the assistant principal step in to end the raucous, send...
Who Am I Really?

Who Am I Really?

For the first 46 years of my life, I was a teetotaler (except for the alcohol in Ny-Quill of which I occasionally imbibed).   You see, my parents wouldn’t have alcohol in the house.  They had both grown up in the Virginia mountains where illegal moonshine was a...
Live Big!

Live Big!

Scaredy Cat I was a scaredy-cat.  You know, afraid to share my thoughts for fear they would sound stupid, afraid to step up and lead because of my feelings of inadequacy; afraid that I might offend someone; afraid to dream…I found it easier to follow behind...