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.
I recently learned of a reader sharing their dissatisfaction with my column. After all, who really cares about my kids and what I have to share about them?
My mother hails from a large family. Twelve children large to be precise. A five boys and seven girls journey which began for my grandparents in their teens with the last being born when my grandmother was in her early forties. My mother is the youngest of the girls and second youngest of the 12.
This has been coming for a while. I saw it coming in the not so far off future last year when my youngest began reading sentences and realized 'my mommy's picture is in the paper.'
Oh how I wish I had the knowledge to pen the piece I truly want to write. A few weeks ago some families in our town experienced yet another epic weekend in the area of high school sports.
What would you do if everything you knew and believed to be true were suddenly challenged?
I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I blinked for a moment sometime in October and somehow found myself in the middle of November. Perhaps it was the late change of seasons, the delayed temperature drop or those two kids I spend much time chasing … I'm really not sure.
Last week, I promised myself I would not write another sports related column. I am the 'mommy' after all and we do have a very well-spoken Sports Reporter on staff.
I've been waiting two weeks to write this piece. If being completely truthful, I almost wrote it Oct. 10.
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