Simple Thoughts From A Complicated Mind, Sort Of . . .

I’m pretty much a creature of habit.   Perhaps we all are. When Emily and I drive to school, I take one of three ways, usually the sa...

Searching For Light   About four years ago, some friends gave us a potted orchid as a housewarming gift.   We placed it on the window...

I sort of always knew, at least intuitively, that touch is important.   In some ways, touch is as important in communication as words and g...

There are some things we do in life that don’t need a lot of planning.   Choosing a movie.   Where to go out to eat, unless it’s a fanc...

Remember Slinkys?   I think every kid had one at one time or another.   I couldn’t ever get one to work right.   I mean, I’d put it o...

This is my 37 th year in education, my 14 th year or so as a principal.   And tomorrow, on Saturday, 439 students will take part in com...

Casey was a tough ranch kid.   Little blond-haired kid who played basketball for me for three years.   Intense, great defense, pretty g...