Let me clear my thoughts, before I start, so this comes through loud and clear. I have heard enough teacher-bashing.

I didn't expect the response this blog garnered from my readers. I heard from past teachers, past classmates, current co-workers, and past audience members who all sent me a message saying that my words had impacted them positively in a weird week

The cloud of emotions will eventually dissipate from this election. Your happiness from your candidate winning, or your sadness from your candidate losing will fade. We will again enter back into our day to days lives trying to make sense of everything that just occurred and the big questions of why? 

I love Thanksgiving and everything ounce of gravy that comes with it. Yet, year after year, the shadow cast upon us by Christmas gobbles up more Thanksgiving real estate. The best American holiday we have shrinks a little from this misplaced spotlight.

Scotty and I met through a cowbell, yep, a cowbell. We attended the same college, but had never met. At one soccer game, I showed up with some rowdy friends prepared to support the home team.

The phone rang and it was an unusual number. This is not uncommon in my life because I have speaking engagements all over the country. While I always answer, sometimes I answer very hesitantly wondering who is on the other end.

Life has a way of muddying the waters. Days string together. Events happen in ways that cause us to end up confused and make us lose our focus on the important things in life.