Talking about money is taboo in many cultures, which is a shame because it’s critical to survival in modern society. Besides saying we couldn’t afford things, we rarely talked about money growing up, so it shouldn’t be surprising that I got myself in trouble financially early on. By age 19, I was over $30,000 in
It crept up gradually, a pound here, a pound there. I made excuses, well it was the holidays, everyone gains weight over the holidays, right? Boy, these clothes are getting old and must have shrunk in the dryer, maybe it’s time I refresh my wardrobe. The years tick by, and gradually the needle on the
When I feel a little off, my mind always wanders back to this poem that my dad used to love. The Touch of the Master’s Hand ’Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneerThought it scarcely worth his whileTo waste much time on the old violin,But held it up with a smile:“What am I bidden, good
I asked my daughter, “What was your favorite part of the trip? Maybe the beach, or karaoke night with the friends we made at camp, or maybe holding the alligators?” Megan looked up at me for a moment, then quietly said, “My favorite part was spending some time with you.” Those words really hit me.
A bull or bronc rider, a rancher working on the range, a fighter pilot, all these dreams and more I had as a child. Heading into my 40th birthday next year, I realize that each of these dreams will remain but dreams for me. It is a little bittersweet knowing that the days of my
