People told me it would go fast….

…but damn!

I have been trying to teach my 3 year old, Jaxon, how to make a deal. Honestly, most of it has been self serving.  Telling him things like, “If we play outside for 10 more minutes then we have to go eat dinasaur chicken, deal?”  Or, “Today we are going to go the grocery store, then the gym, and then to the pool, deal?”  It usually takes a minute but eventually he will agree to the deal and it saves a tantrum later. Continue reading “People told me it would go fast….”


I know.  You are used to seeing and hearing Love Sees NO Color.  Perhaps we can flip the script a bit today.

My first job out of college was as a middle school counselor at a county school in Minnesota.  I loved that job.  I loved the kids.  I felt as if I was doing good and needed work.  I was also pretty sure I had all the answers to solve the world’s problems.  Terribly wrong, but pretty sure of myself as a young graduate 🙂 I had strong opinions and varying views on social issues.  I had a lot to learn.  I should also note that I, as before mentioned in this blog, had a lot of pent up pain revolving around race.  At this same time in the 90’s , a new slogan was popping up on shirts, bumper stickers and was plastered all over the school walls…Love Sees No Color.  I actually remember wearing the shirt.  In reflection, I was not Staying True to myself.  I fundamentally disagreed. Continue reading “LOVE SEES COLOR”

Apples to Oranges

I drive a 4 cylinder Honda Accord. Great car by many measures. It’s about 6 years old, in good condition and best of all…it is paid in full. Lately I have been throwing around the idea of getting a new car. A faster car. One with a fancier name on the hood. One that would…feed my ego. Now look, I am not judging anyone that drives a nice car or that has nice things. I have nice things and my wife drives her dream car. I am judging myself. I am judging myself because when I really explore why I have been considering buying a new car it is because I have been comparing myself to other people. Whether it be people I know or the good looking guy in a BMW that pulled up next to me at the stop light. I call this a “shake my head moment”. I have to stop and shake some sense back into my brain and reconnect with myself. Continue reading “Apples to Oranges”