Feeling like an imposter

I hit the restart button. My laptop screen quickly dimmed to black and started the process of rebooting. I turned my smartphone over to see the time and reflexively looked at my watch, as if the two actions combined would miraculously speed up the laptop reboot. I was going to be late to my 9 …

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Snoopy and Teddy: The best of friends

In a long running gag from the comic strip Peanuts, Lucy tells Charlie Brown that she’ll hold a football for him to kick. Charlie Brown refuses to kick it at first, not trusting Lucy, not wanting to get burned again. The two go back and forth until she convinces him to trust her. Charlie Brown …

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Wizard of Oz moments: We’re not in Kansas anymore!

When I finished signing my name on what seemed like the hundredth document, I couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. I should explain, there was nothing giddy or even happy-go-lucky about the laugh. It was more of a “what in God’s good name have we done?” snicker. And then I let out another …

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Picturing what’s important

I was having a tough day. I had gotten only a few hours of sleep, I had received some feedback that I didn’t agree with, my hands were shaking for some strange reason, and I had forgotten my phone in my car. To top it all off, my day was starting to spiral out of …

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A farmer, a car salesman, and a preacher walk into a bar

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and it's gotten me thinking lately about the road not taken: a car salesman, preacher, insurance carrier, farmer, and steel worker to name a few possible roads. These are all fine careers. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to get out of my hometown and make …

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You can take the boy out of the country, but . . .

I shake my head some days. I grew up in a rural farming community where small, simple church steeples outnumbered taverns and watering holes and you had to drive 30 minutes to get to the nearest grocery store.  Each small village had a post office and maybe a gas station. When I was young, I …

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