The certainty of death and taxes and the optimism of joy, respect and hope

Friday, March 3, was Employee Appreciation Day. I confess that it slipped up on me.
New year, new challenges

As we start this new year let’s all take a collective deep breath and a few moments to count our blessings.
A month of history: Two days of recognition and remembrance

During this month I believe it’s critical for us to remember Dr. King’s lessons of light defeating darkness and love conquering hate.
Birthdays and Twisters

I’m writing this column on my birthday, April 3. Another trip around the sun and voila, I’m 63 years of age.
Honoring the past, celebrating the future

When we honor the past we recognize the good, the bad and the ugly of those times. In other words, we learn.