“So, what do you do at the MOI?” a friendly stranger asked me at the Missouri Orthopaedic Institute holiday party last weekend. “Oh, I don’t work there,” I explained. “My
As of this writing on a Friday afternoon, the Southern Boone High School wrestling team had not yet competed in their first match. That took place on the night after
“Have you ever used nitrous before?” the hygienist asked as she prepped me for the dental work I was about to receive last week. “Um…not medically,” I sheepishly admitted. I’ve
One of the best parts of fall in Missouri is that three-to-four week period from mid-October until the middle or end of November when it begins to get cold, but
You will likely be relieved to learn that today’s column has very little to do with politics. Instead, this is a piece about people and the way we communicate. Specifically,
Let’s start by making two basic assumptions: • Anyone who thinks that the SoBoCo girls basketball team will win anything less than 25 games and a state championship clearly should
One of my all-time favorite writers is a man named Frank McCourt, who is best known for his gritty and brilliantly written memoir “Angela’s Ashes.” McCourt was a true Irish-American,
I recently drove north on I-85 out of Atlanta and near the South Carolina border, was tempted to take the exit marked “Toccoa.” That’s the town where my dad, a
October was a busy and fulfilling month for yours truly. In those thirty-one days I managed to: perform a wedding ceremony, attend the Roots’n’Blues music festival, visit my grandmother in
The yard sign was prominent in many of the yards in the neighborhood we visited this past weekend – “Peter for President” it said in big, bold navy letters with