In 1893, a struggling author brought a manuscript to his publisher for consideration. Despite the author’s previous successes, the publisher rejected the newest manuscript because, in the publisher’s estimation, the book would never sell. Undaunted, the author took it on himself to publish the book. Using money that he didn’t have, he commissioned an artist… Continue reading Reshaping Christmas
History isn’t only written by the winners – everyone writes their own history. Whether we choose for our history to be a weight around our neck or wings on our back is entirely up to us.
Today is the Fourth of July, the annual day when America stops to celebrate itself. And we’ve much to celebrate – one of the youngest and yet most influential nations on the planet, we are pretty much the geopolitical equivalent of the Millennials: we came into the game early, believed we belonged, proved ourselves despite… Continue reading Independence Everyday
I fell through the ceiling in my hallway tonight. I was carrying a stupidly heavy box of books from my packed up office (a box that was so I heavy I actually thought to myself: I should probably just leave these downstairs), and since my attic doesn’t have decking (but does have a high number… Continue reading Falling Down
This morning, because he was climbing the walls, I put my son in my car and took him for a drive. We ran an errand for work first, then headed down Highway 78, eastbound. We passed through Loganville, Between, Monroe…and as the mile markers swept by, Jon asked me where we were going. “I don’t… Continue reading When Anything Was Possible