The whole reason Kim and I started our own business was so that we would never have to write resumés. Ok, maybe not the whole reason. But it's at least 79 percent. Kim recently took one for the team when she was required to write our resumés for an organization that wanted to hire us to speak. The funds were coming from grant money and apparently, a resumé would make it more likely we'd get the job. She was, let's say, less than thrilled about having to do it. I'm just glad she did it because I would have refused and we wouldn't have gotten the gig. To be honest, I'm not sure if we …
One Piece at a Time
The time between Christmas and the New Year is Puzzle Season in our household. (Except for my wife, who is not the least bit interested in them, but is eager to take advantage of the fact that we are all distracted.) Me and the kids usually enjoy the 1000-piece varieties but hate the unnecessarily hard ones. (All double-sided puzzles, or those made entirely of pieces that are mostly one color, should be rounded up and incinerated.) Our biggest accomplishment thus far was a 3,000-piece behemoth that featured Peanuts characters. At first I thought, "This is totally …
Do You See What I See?
Kim and I may have named it in 2005, but it's been around for centuries. Dickens wrote it into the essence of Ebenezer Scrooge. It was personified in the Grinch by Dr. Seuss. And Buddy rescued his birth father Walter Hobbs from it in the holiday movie Elf. I'm referring, of course, to Adultitis. Do you see what I see? It's everywhere this time of year, in one holiday tale after another... The people who don't believe in Santa Claus have Adultitis. The other reindeer who make fun of you for being different have Adultitis. The people who run the Eastern Syndicates that run …
Do You Ever Feel Invisible?
The sun has disappeared. Stolen, perhaps. Or maybe it's sleeping, on vacation, or vanished into thin air. Not really, of course, because its morning light enables me to clearly see everything in my backyard. And yet, I cannot see the sun, the source of the light. I can't even tell where it might be, because it is hidden by such a dense layer of fog that I can barely see the lake beyond the yard. I take it as a good reminder for those times when I wonder how much of a difference I am making. It never seems to be as much as I'd like. But maybe the light I put into the world has a …
A Deluge of Awesome
Something awesome happened to you yesterday. Did you notice it? Perhaps something epic immediately comes to mind, causing you to think, "Omigosh, how did he know?!" More likely, it was something a little less epic, but no less awesome. But it may have been overshadowed by an emergency that popped up. Or you might have been distracted by something else that didn't turn out quite how you'd hoped. Earlier this year, we hosted a secret meeting of the Wonder & Whimsy Society. We discussed "awesome things" under the premise that we need to be reminded of awesome things to help …
The Freedom in Hard Choices
Once upon a time, there was a couple. They had three kids and a good life. He made his living as an accountant and she was a doctor, but their real dream was to live on a ranch and breed dogs. One day, my wife Kim suggested they do that. The woman laughed. "It's not possible," she said. And so they didn't. The end. This is a true story, and similar stories just like it are lived out every day. Of course, the woman was wrong about it not being possible. Oh, she gave a list of reasons, but none of them made the option impossible. Risky, perhaps, or unconventional, or …
Ghosts In The Road
It was like driving through a sea of black ink. The trip back to our hotel from the Lamar Valley was harrowing. It being Yellowstone, the specter of animals hanging out on the road is always a possibility. We'd reveled in the wildlife of the North American Serengeti, but now the sun was gone and darkness blanketed the winding way home. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel and Kim's clear anxiety was less than helpful. We snaked around curve after curve, my eyes peeled for any signs of movement. Then we saw it: a small coyote trotting down the middle of the road. As we came upon …
Love Is In The Air
This painting is called "Love is in the Air." Our eyes draw us to the billowing steam from the geyser forming the shape of a heart. Indeed, it is a fitting representation of the way most of our society views love. Like the steam, it is a little mysterious, always changing, and dependent on which way the wind is blowing. Love is regarded as a fleeting feeling evident on a wedding day but which vanishes at some point in the ensuing years when life gets hard. I would like to invite us to look for a different, better metaphor for true love in this painting. Like the bison. The bison …
Not a Morning Person
Do elk have the choice of being a morning person? Are there some elk, hidden away in the woods, "sleeping in?" Some who stayed up late contemplating the universe, or were up all night partying with other woodland creatures? Alas, I assume that elk are wired the way they are wired, and they don't have the choice of whether they are a night elk or a morning elk. No, but we do. I used to be a night person. I rolled my eyes at the people who annoyingly championed the virtue of early rising. I loved staying up to work on art when the world was quiet. I'd go to bed way past midnight and …
Chocolate Moose
Our family didn't go to Yellowstone to see moose, specifically. We went for the scenery, and we did want to see as much wildlife as possible. One afternoon, we settled into a nice spot in the shadow of the Grand Tetons called Schwabacher Landing, and waited for moose. We'd heard the odds of seeing them there were good. Very quietly, we waited, and waited, and waited. It felt like any moment one might emerge from the brush to steal a drink from the pond. We sat for two hours before admitting defeat and heading back to the hotel, disappointed. The next day, while in Jackson, we wandered …