Miscellaneous
Life is Like Riding A Bicycle
In the summer of 2012, my family spent a couple of days at an inn located on a farm in rural Belgium. It was a beautiful area. The pastures were green and lush. The crops were maturing, and the environment was conducive for a walk, so one evening my wife and I did go for a…
Read MoreThe Dip
First, a shout out to Seth Perler, executive function coach, who introduced me to the name, The Dip, for that all too familiar phenomenon where we start out with great intentions, really nail it to a few weeks, only to start slipping, maybe just missing the mark a bit here and there, then the “misses”…
Read MoreTwo Dollar Thought
Sometime ago I was walking to my office on the Brigham Young University (BYU) campus. As I was walking, I started thinking about my Grandma Cazier and an experience I had with her in November of 1966. In May of that year, I graduated from high school and was preparing to go to Italy for…
Read MoreWhat Matters Most?
I was sitting in the kitchen with my dad. We’d had a tough family meeting a few days before. Dad had just been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. We were all trying to adjust.“You know,” he said, “I still have lots of things I’d really like to do, places I’d like to go, people I’d like to…
Read MoreCalvert Will You Dance with Me?
When I was in the seventh grade, my self-esteem was not very high. I didn’t think that I was very smart, I thought I was always the odd man out, and I was really shy especially around girls. The stress of talking to a girl was almost more than I could endure. I wanted to…
Read MorePivot
Then pivot again.And maybe again.Some days, or weeks, even months call for lots of pivots.My daughter Ally and I were planning a weekend in the mountains at our family cabin to celebrate my one month post-surgery milestone.As I pushed through the pain and effort of my daily prescribed PT stretches and lifts, I fantasized about…
Read MoreAmbrose Stole Some Apples
Ambrose Call grew up in Bountiful Utah, during the early 1890’s. At the age of 82, I sat on his floor for two plus hours fascinated and enthralled as I listened to him tell his life history. He told of a time when he and some friends stole apples from an elderly man’s orchard.…
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