Years ago, while visiting my sister, one Sunday I went to church with her and her family. I remember the pastor delivering his thoughts about how many times in our lives we are faced with choices. Choices which cause us to make decisions as to what path in life we might choose to take and… Read More

It was a brisk morning as I tagged along with him on our way down the hill towards the barn. There was still a light amount of morning dew glistening in the sun like little stars on the green pasture. I could see where the cattle had walked from their tracks left in the dew… Read More

  Closets…. Funny topic in that something so mundane as a place where one hangs clothes, stores shoes and accessories, could be worthy of a story let alone a memory.   That said, my mother’s closet held many such stories and memories. Like all mothers, knowing early on that in this case, her little boy… Read More

  My best friend Nate Singelton, a wide receiver for the 49rs and I use to run around together a lot and are more like brothers than friends. One weekend after getting back from the driving range Nate asked me if I had a baseball mitt he could use. I asked, “Why in the world… Read More

I have some cherished stories from the times that my Mom took vacations to go back east to visit family leaving my father and I home to fend for ourselves. One time while she was gone it was my job to cook for dad when he got home from work. I enjoyed it and it… Read More

Indeed, we are what we eat but I believe it’s not always about what we eat but how our meals come to be. More specifically, how they were served. Like so many other children growing up in Oregon I was use to the cold winter storms. Playing out in the rain wasn’t the least bit… Read More

“Well, I suppose I better hit the road. It’s a long drive home and I have work and classes tomorrow.”  There was a time when I used to wonder why those words caused my mother to cry. The reaction then required more words as if they had somehow created a chain reaction. “Please don’t cry… Read More

Each day I go to the convalescent home and walk in and see him sitting there and I am the ONLY person there that knows he was an amazing, genius of a man, one who had worked as hard as any successful man could and one that raised a family, he was the most loving husband a woman could know and a man that cared about all living things and made sure nobody ever needed and now there he sits with Alzheimer’s. Read More

Personally I feel what most people consider a disaster in reality is quite the contraire. Not at all unlike the way most people see events in life, so many seem to see the dark side of so much instead of the light on the other side. This is the way man has survived countless centuries.… Read More

In the early 70’s when I first came to Palo Alto California to attend school my parents offered to help with my living expenses. I thought I had a handle on getting off to a great start when I convinced my parents that rent was considerably higher in Palo Alto than it was in the… Read More