Invitation

I plan on a long ride.  Traditionally, Momma Springer does not come with saddlebags.  On HD’s CVO Springer, there is...

Somewhere between coming of age and becoming an adult, we strike out in freedom.  As I look back through the...

The day was hot, dry, and sunny. As I role west on the I-10, bound for Los Angeles and into...

It was my first time in the store.  I was not sure where any of the departments were across the...

I listened to an old friend talking about the discovery of meditation.  I was reveling in his wonder and joy. ...

Shifting one’s viewpoint is usually difficult.  Even as I write, I find myself standing in front of a wood lathe. ...

Invitations can be tricky.  Does one accept without hesitation?  Should one consider what one is going to say?  Will the...

I tweet.  I connect with people on facebook.  I link up with business colleagues on LinkedIn.  Some I have physically...

A casual conversation in the car on the way home from New York City still echoes in my mind.  The...

The week was unfolding wonderfully.  Plans were coming together.  Long anticipated lunches were realized as great reunions with old friends. ...