I remember the longest night in my life with vivid memory. I remember the scare and terror on my mom’s face as I shoved her out of her own house. My explosion of anger at her honest and accurate feedback about how I was acting was the first bit of honesty that had landed on my ears from my mom in some time. 

I was a jock in high school, but a classmate, Joe, he wasn’t a jock.  He was rather anti-establishment.

I built a working transformer costume and I wore it to my company dinner tonight; it got a lot of laughs. #stillachild  

I was just a young adult, maybe 24, with an idea that I could talk about emotions and have people listen. 

It didn’t start off well at all and it only went downhill from there

Just about one year ago today I made the commitment to write a blog each week to connect with my audience in a new and exciting way.

Alta lived through The Great Depression; married a man that served in World War II who everyone says was a great man. She raised a son, Jay Hansen that I have yet to find a single person utter a bad word about.  At 89 years of age she still walks 3 miles a day, and when we were doing yard work for the wedding she showed up with a rake to help.  I hope I have half of her energy at age 89.