My wife has a cold. That’s not normal. Here’s the worst part, it is a “Nick cold.” You know, the kind where I usually try to dislodge a lung and crack a few ribs before it finally clears up. But, since this is about me, here’s where things got miserable. She asked me to go shopping. I ...
There is something quietly powerful that happens 24 hours a day, 365 days a year in your community. Every day, hundreds of people walk through the doors of your local hospital and step into a calling that has defined this community for generations. They show up to take care of their neighbors. ...
This morning, I woke up feeling like I shouldn’t bother getting out of bed. My brain felt mushy, my motivation level was somewhere south of nowhere, my eyes were heavy, and, well, you get it. Then I read a post by a wonderful physician friend of mine, Dr. Angela LaSalle. When I was ...
My grandmother handed me a nickel, pointed toward the road, and sent me to buy an ice cream cone at a store named Grammy’s. I was 4 1/2 years old. It was a hot, humid summer night, the kind where the porch screen door sticks and even the neighbors’ dogs are too tired to bark. The memory ...
One of my education professors built an entire course around one uncomfortable idea: too often, we are not taught how to think. We live “stimulus-response lives.” He said most people walk into a room, hang their brains on a hook, and don’t question anything. In retrospect, he might have ...
I was scrolling the other day and came across a man named Robert Arnold on TikTok. He was talking about crayons. His verbal essay stopped me cold. He was describing a 128-count box of Crayola crayons. As a kid, that wasn’t just a box. That was success, and the fancy names of the colors were ...
