Oprah was right.
I've always been fascinated by human behavior. It's interesting to watch two people or a group of people interact with one another. The body language, facial expressions, even words chosen.
I recently returned from a trip to New York City. It was an amazing experience, an opportunity I could not pass up. I was invited to be one of the chaperones on the Oakdale High School Drama trip to NYC.
We're in it now… Swim season.
I recently came upon this quote from President John F. Kennedy, "As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them."
Here we are again… our graduation issue.
Happy Mother's Day.
If you are the parent of a school aged child, chances are you are … back to it.
I cannot say for certain, but I have a small hunch that I have just about worn out the 'Welcome' on the welcome mat outside of the Editor's door. At the very least, she may have my messages blocked from text reception (if there is such a feature).
I love to read.
I ran a Half Marathon.
Typically speaking words for my columns just come to me. Majority of the time I do little thinking, I just type.
Describing myself as a 'sports fan' would be a stretch. It is much more accurate to say I am a fan of athletes.
I'm an optimist.
This month marks one decade since I first strolled through the front door of the Oakdale Leader in hopes of acquiring a job. It's a story I have recounted and told numerous times, so I will spare you all the retelling of history.
Parenting brings with it many milestones: first steps, first day of school, sleepovers, losing teeth, dates, driver's license, college choices, the list goes on.
When our children learn to ride a bike, shoot a basket or kick a goal they often fail – many times. Yet, as their parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents or loved ones we encourage them to try again. In some cases we require them to. Simply put we discourage them from giving up. We want them to succeed, to stick with it, quite simply to continue to try.
I often wonder how different the world would be if more people deferred from their 'calendar' long enough to change a life. Not just any life. Not a specific life with intended purpose, but someone random.
The title for this week's column is just about as basic as a writer can get. What I've come to learn more and more however is how one seemingly 'small' thing can be so much bigger once the dirt is unearthed.
Remember the Pen Pal? I believe it's back. The craziest part is that it has reappeared in the form many disregard as 'Facebook silliness.'
Somebody pinch me, 2014 has found us and to make matters even more crazy … it's the middle of January.
I love the magic of the Holiday season.
I believe stores should be closed on Thanksgiving.
I have a confession, which may make me less than popular with a few readers. My hope of course is that those affected or bothered don't take this out on my children and remember this is a 'grown-up' problem.
In the role of parent we are never void of the knowledge that eyes are always watching. Be it the eyes of our children, our peers, family or society at large. No parent is perfect and we all have our moments. 'Slips' happen, but if we are truly fortunate the 'eyes' bring it to our attention.
I'm a firm believer in the old adage of 'older and wiser.'
I did it. I accomplished a goal which once seemed inconceivable. A dream so big, I was once not brave enough to dream it.
On Sunday, October 20 dozens upon dozens of women from the tri-city area (Escalon, Oakdale and Riverbank) will flood the streets of San Francisco as participants of the 10th Annual Nike Women's Marathon benefitting the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society.
Times they are a changing or … are they?
I sometimes run out of words.