Discovering a Rose

June 10, 2015–I was thinking about my Aunt Rose this week. She was 250 years old. At least she seemed to be that age in my childish worldview. She was actually born in 1898, the ninth of 10 children, and sister to my Grandma Annie. As parents do with all old...

Our Parents Were Right

You know… our parents were right. About everything. As I lie in the sun and contemplate the world, I realize that their parenting style worked, because it was based on real consequences. If you didn’t plant the garden, you didn’t have beans and berries to put up...

Love of science

Feb 4, 2015–It’s a science nerd’s dream. Can you imagine playing in a 3-dimensional sandbox? Or standing inside a silo with LEDs that light up in response to ambient cell phone use? Or walking through an aquifer as you follow a drop of rain on its journey to become...

No Room

Jan 28, 2015–As I recently watched a family member travel the dim journey through dementia, I was intensely curious how the disease appeared from inside the mind of the victim. Fredericksburg Middle School theater teacher David Remschel had the same question, and...

Young Friends

Jan 14, 2015 We would have no use for stories Backyard streams would flow undammed There would be no actors for an old man’s memories And the prophet’s cry would go unheeded If not for children. While digging through old files last week, I found that ode to children I...

Make Misteaks

Jan 21, 2015–If you’re not making mistakes, you’re doing something wrong. Goes against everything you’ve learned, right? We grow up thinking mistakes are bad. We fear goofing up in front of peers. From when you made the last out in slow pitch to when you gave the...

Fiddle vs violin

It’s a hackneyed line: What is the difference between a fiddle and a violin? The question came up because one of the selections at this Saturday’s Pops concert with Symphony of the Hills is the Charlie Daniels string-burner The Devil Went Down To Georgia. Not your...

Paint Dreams

Sept 24, 2014–I remember the year my dad took a painting class. It changed the way I looked at grownups. This happened around my fourth-grade year. My dad would have been in his early 40s then… a very old person in my worldview. At dinner one evening, he...