The Athletic Frog

Sometime ago I heard a story about a bunch of frogs who wanted to compete in a new athletic event sponsored by the pond community council that sanctioned such events. The council met to discuss possible contests and decide where, when, and who was eligible to participate. The selection committee spent a great deal of…

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Algebra to the Rescue?

So, there I was, the new girl again, sitting alone in the cafeteria, trying to act like I didn’t care that no one wanted to eat lunch with me, or even let me sit at their table. At the time, “I don’t care” was the best solution I could come up with to protect myself…

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Great Big Gob of Chewed Up Cheeto

It was the fall of 1982, and BYU was playing New Mexico. Steve Young, the quarterback, was waiting for the snap. I settled comfortably into my seat, opened the lunch my first wife, Carol, had packed, and put a handful of Cheetos in my mouth.   The ball was snapped, Young faded back to pass,…

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Short Walk With Anne

I remember an incident that happened several months ago. On this particular day I wanted to take a short walk around the block so I invited Anne to go with me. At the time I was trying to recover from a concussion and the associated fatigue that seemed to be my constant companion.  As we…

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A Father’s Dream

I guess every father and (mother for that matter) have dreams for their children.  Both of my sons know how much I enjoy baseball and how badly I have wished that I had talent for the game and could have competed on a real baseball team. I played a lot of sandlot ball but that…

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Dare to be Different

In addition to the real life cowboys who helped me grow and understand how to live and survive in this world, I learned a lot from the cowboys portrayed in the movies. One movie in particular, “Big Country” with Gregory Peck, has many insightful and helpful teaching moments that if adapted can help us and…

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My Most Important Award

child's award

  The most important award I ever received was a box of colored pencils from Mrs. Simpson. She was my 5th grade art teacher who also taught penmanship. I remember her being a very demanding and perfectionist type teacher. She expected our letters to be perfect and made us practice over and over on paper…

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