I lost my temper in a big way. I’m ashamed of myself. I thought I had controlled this negative piece of myself, but there it was on full display. What good does meditation and mindfulness get me if I can’t put it into action during those heated moments? I’m too old for this. …
I apologize. I haven’t kept up with my personal correspondence to many of you. And I love hearing from you. In fact, your little notes of appreciation are a big part of what keeps me ticking. Many of your clever stories put my original blog posts to shame. I hate excuses. …
I’ve made at least 50 video calls over the past month, and I feel I’m getting shorted. In other words, I think most of these calls suck. My staff, my friends, even my family say, “Oh boy, let’s get together on Zoom!” They smile. I cringe. On Zoom, people try so …
I have to win this war. It’s gone on too long, and I’m outnumbered and confused. My freshly sodded yard is the battlefield. I am an old, weary soldier armed with chemical weaponry. The enemies are voles, moles and pocket gophers. I’ve studied the films done by scientists …
A few of you may remember the old Patti Page hit “Don’t Get Around Much Anymore.” Well, that’s me. Yet, I look on the floor of my closet, and all types of dusty shoes cover the hardwood floor. It’s as if I’m the old man’s version of Imelda Marcos. I line them up. Including …
Sometimes a picture explodes in my mind that’s too wondrous to let pass. This was one of them. I’m driving in Carson City on Arrowhead Road to the office. I just returned from a stressful two-day meeting in Salt Lake City. I’m not exactly depressed – well, maybe just a …
If you have tracked me for some time, you know I believe stories are powerful – particularly those of self-disclosure and self-discovery. For me, I see my stories as magic windows to my being, my very essence. If I don’t continue writing my own story, I’m unable to …
As the rules pertaining to COVID-19 continue, my skill set isn’t improving much. Specifically, I’m not good at guessing whose face is behind a mask. At the grocery store, some lady will pass by and eye-smile at me, saying, “Hey, Don. How’s it going?” I immediately …
Several years ago, I agreed to keep my blog posts away from political topics. I have good friends on both ends of the political spectrum, which seems to widen by the hour. My guess is, my family is split right down the middle. I can talk about changes in the weather or how …
I’m sure people told me I needed hearing aids long before now. I just couldn’t hear them. And I wasn’t thrilled about sticking little wires in my ears. Last week, I sneaked into a hearing aid specialty store just to look around. An hour later, I wore fancy hearing aids. For …