What Mom taught me about equality

I remember riding in the car with my mom one day, driving past Crooked Lake and the Sunset Inn (which was really just a bar). Near the Sunset Inn was a trailer park. It had been there for as long as I could remember, rows of rusting old prefabs on lilting foundations. It was never…

What Mom taught me about procrastination

In continuing my tribute to the life lessons Mom has taught me, I thought I’d throw in a post that’s a little more lighthearted than what Mom taught me about transparency. So, procrastination. Give me a second. [Three days later.] So, procrastination. About that. Mom always told me that a procrastinator is just someone who works…