“He looks like Buster Brown.” This statement is equal parts puzzling and entertaining when you don’t know who Buster Brown is. That’s the camp I fell into before today. I could tell my mom was dismayed over my son’s new haircut based solely on her delivery. The deadpan look. The hand on her hip. The … [Read more…]
Blame it all on my roots. This doesn’t have anything to do with boots, black-tie affairs, or Garth Brooks. It has everything to do with how I was raised, and I am not sure I have let everyone in on it. In fact, I know I haven’t. If I had, you might think about those … [Read more…]
I heard the names you called me. Boomerang. Mooch. Freeloader. What you said about them wasn’t any better. Enabler. Helicopter. Coddler. In the much-discussed phenomenon of millennials living at home, I thought I would finally add a word to the conversation that is seldom mentioned. Tradition.
We all have twenty-four hours in a day. Some of us have the resources and wherewithal to leverage that time more effectively than others. While we may not all be on equal footing in that regard, we all make choices about how we spend our time. For too long, I viewed my days as an … [Read more…]