Moments that matter

My first volunteer experience was forced upon me.  OK, maybe “forced” is too strong a word, but I didn’t exactly volunteer to volunteer.  I was 10 years old and my brother Jeff was 11.  Our mom was a psychiatric nurse at Extendicare, an assisted living facility in southern Indiana.  My brother and I were off…

Clearing the bleachers

Clearing the bleachers could be a glorious description of a home run ball landing in the San Francisco bay outside AT&T park.  In one of my childhood little league games, it meant something completely different.  It was an important playoff game in the 12 and under division.  Our Farm Bureau Co-op team was up against…

Shut the door! Geez!!

I sat next to a group of cacophonous card players on the train this morning.  I have nothing against people socializing on a long commute, but they were shouting and laughing at FULL volume, as if there were no one else on that car working or sleeping.  I asked myself (as I plugged in my noise-cancelling…