On Importance I saw an old friend yesterday. A high school classmate. We had a lot to catch up on. He’s doing very well, he says. He has a very responsible position. He makes major decisions all the time. People depend on his judgment. They call and ask his opinion: the plant manager, Vice President
My Rite of Spring I consider myself a peaceable soul. I value all manner of livable things. Insects and mice, spiders and voles. Just about anything Mom Nature brings. But I do have my standards. I will draw the line. I have to set limits someday and sometime. Weeds in the yard — a depressing
For the past two days I’ve been working with special-needs students. This reminded me of a poem I wrote about them for my book Some Poems About Life. Drawing A Short Straw Sam sits at his school desk on a typical winter day. He’s working at his lesson, the first lesson of today, as
No Problem –Or How to Handle Difficult People I’m sorry, I cannot accommodate you. You see, I have things more important to do. You’re just causing problems and wasting my time, and I’ve fulfilled my quota, so please get in line. I’ve solved all the problems I can for this week so I just cannot
There’s snow all over the place in Dayton, OH, so today I thought I’d share one of my poems. (BTW, it’s in the Some Poems About Life book.) Perspective The son stood in the doorway, Behold a beautiful sight! As far as he could see, nothing but fluffy white! Today would be a time of laughter
