Another surgery

Having been married at Santa Monica Beach, CA in ’07, I’d hardly predicted how we would spend our anniversary nine years later. As we checked into the registration desk at the Denton Regional Hospital, the receptionist asked, “How can I help you?” I responded, “We’ve reserved the honeymoon suite and spa.” After surviving an emergency open-appendectomy all-inclusive of [benign] tumors and seriositis (the inflammation of the tissues lining [a number of] my vital organs), a few months later, what I thought to be scar tissue turned into a golf ball-sized tear at the top of my 8-inch incision. Spring Break…

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Me: Won. Appendix: Zero

Note: This post was originally written July 5, 2015 and added to this blog site two years  later (because I have a blog now). The setting of my “how I spent my summer” essay would start at Denton Regional Hospital in wee hours of morning on Thursday in late June. Going back to the previous weekend where I’d been at the Texas Association of School Board Conference co-presenting some of the remarkable things happening in Denton ISD, I’d been hurting in the gut. But since internal issues have been my norm for so long, I just went on. (I chew Pepto-Bismol like…

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My TEDx Talk

Unless a bear is chasing me, I don’t run. On the forms at the doctor asking, “Are you allergic to anything?” I write, “Running.” Yet I’ve just finished a task someone recently compared to running a marathon. Having described my TEDx Talk experience midway through the process, a colleague said, “It sounds like training for a marathon. At some point, you just want to get it over with, get your 26.2 sticker, and say you did it.” Perfect. (Admittedly, I once Googled “26.2” because I thought it was a bible verse I couldn’t recall; and then I understood out why…

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…under whose shade…

“The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.” For some time, I’ve dabbled in blogging and posted to a variety of platforms, but I’ve yet to take it on all-out. I frequently ask someone who hesitantly shares a goal, “What’s keeping you from doing it?” For me, like the gameshow, Family Feud, I hear, “One hundred people surveyed, the top five answers are on the board, survey says?” “Time. Time is the number one answer.” If indeed there were five answers, you’d probably guess reasons three, four, and five, but…

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