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

When I began teaching and coaching, my first three years were at the second smallest school in the state of Wyoming.   It was a social ...

When I was in about the sixth or seventh grade, my brother and I walked to school.   It wasn’t far and the walk was no big deal even in...

When we visit Hannah at the university she attends and lives during the school year, we travel a serpentine road up through the mountai...