Boundaries, Buttons and Dunkin

Boundaries, Buttons and Dunkin

(Photo by Derith Vogt.) I asked a group of my long-time horse friends online recently about an old adage we seemed to agree exists, but collectively we couldn’t definitively credit the horseman who wrote it or said it. (Gold star to anyone who can provide...
Flip charts, QR Codes and the In-Between Magic

Flip charts, QR Codes and the In-Between Magic

A few weeks ago, I was purchasing pink baby Carhartt overalls at Tractor Supply when the cashier asked if they were for my grandchild. My first instinct was to be insulted. This lasted about 7 milliseconds while I reminded myself that while I still looked forward to...
Windshield Time

Windshield Time

My Dad, bless him, has been a powerful influence in my life. He taught me to drive, and I marvel at his patience and self-control, thinking back on it. I was apparently unaware that one should slow down prior to making a turn. If it was possible for a Ford LTD station...
The Sisyphus of Normal and Just Being Sam

The Sisyphus of Normal and Just Being Sam

It’s been a hot minute since I sat down to actually write a shitty first draft.   I wrote a piece about using my humor as a self-defense mechanism, which in turn was me using my humor as a self defense mechanism. I stuck a pin in that. We didn’t publish it. Not...
Throwing Boulders and Chipping Away at It

Throwing Boulders and Chipping Away at It

It was a few months ago, sitting in bed over coffee — right in the thick of so much change that it felt a bit like living in the eye of a hurricane — that I mentioned this study to Tom about the Holmes Rahe Stressor Scale. I was laughing. Holmes-Rahe Life...