December 10, 2019
Some of my most fondest memories are from the time my parents rented the old family house on Hunter Dairy in Charlotte, North Carolina. We lived there when I was 3 and 4 years old. I would hold my sister’s hand, and we would explore the farm, watching the chickens and searching for the pigs. We had pecan and peach trees in our yard, and I suppose this experience influenced my desire to have similar trees in my yard.
I loved sitting on the porch with my parents, and I will never forget hearing the sound of a calling whip-poor-will for the first time. We were poor, but life on that farm was magical.
September 9, 2019
Dino Car. John Irving captured the essence of passion in a line from his novel, The Hotel New Hampshire, where the grandfather said to his grandson while lifting weights (and I paraphrase), ‘You have to get obsessed and stay obsessed.’ When I look at the Dino Car above, I see a person who has a passion for something. And that is good thing. In a world dominated by smart phones and social media, passion seems to be a rare thing. I imagine the person who drives Dino Car as a budding paleontologist, on a journey to discover the next amazing dinosaur find that will change everything, and I will have the good fortune to read about one day. Until then, stay obsessed.
August 2, 2019
I occasionally get to work from home, thanks to modern technology. I love being outdoors. I have an explorer’s spirit. When I was a kid, after moving to a new neighborhood (which happened often), I was compelled to explore with my bike. I still love to explore with my bike. I am thankful I was able to play in woods, in creeks and build tree houses at what I think are the perfect ages for such things, 10 and 11. I am also thankful my children had similar experiences. These are things I think about as I have my morning cup of coffee on our patio. The vegetable garden in the background and our fruit trees (peach, plum and cherry) keep me grounded to an earth that is a wonderful gift.