Today marks ten years since the darkest day of my adult life. I was unemployed with no prospects, deeply in debt, and freshly out of a relationship that toyed with my psychology in truly horrible ways. In one of the darkest moments of that day, there came an unexpected invitation from an unlikely friend. Today was the pivot point, the terminator between dark and light, the distinction between wishing and hoping. That friend and I agreed not to talk about the heavy things on our minds but to celebrate what we knew in those moments, and we saw “The Life of Pi” together. The end of the movie poses the question, “In both stories, the ship sinks, my family dies, and I suffer.”… More...
Category: Reflections
A lens on these times we live in.
One Last Time
If you’ve been in touch with me over the past month or two you’ve heard me rave about Hamilton. I haven’t seen it yet, but I fell in love with the Original Broadway Cast Recording. If you don’t have it, I highly recommend it – almost all of the show is on the recording, so you can follow along through the whole story.
In my quest for more though – I found the clip below. It’s from a scene where George Washington has decided to not run for a third term as president – setting that precedent that finally became law with the ratification of the 22nd amendment in 1951. Washington calls Hamilton in to help him draft his remarks to the nation – and it’s a beautiful testimony to the sacrifice inherent in leadership.… More...
Dimes
This was first published to Facebook on December 3, 2009.
From time to time I’ll post a status update that says I found a dime. Many of you know the significance, but not everyone – so here’s why dimes are such a big deal.
Shortly after my father passed away in November 2001, I started to find dimes – in parking lots, on the floor in work, under seat cushions, in washing machines and dryers, on the sidewalk – pretty much everywhere. Not pennies, not assorted change – dimes. There were so many of them I thought there had to be a reason, so I started to keep them.
At one point I was talking to my sister Katie, explaining this to her and she said with all the certainty in the world – “They’re from Daddy”.… More...