When Stuff Is Killing Your Progress

When Stuff Is Killing Your Progress

We were awakened before the dawn by a familiar cry.  “Granna!” Our four-year-old granddaughter, who had spent the night at our house, was up and looking for company. “Come in,” my wife said. No movement on the doorknob.  Just continued wailing outside our bedroom...
3 Seconds to Victory

3 Seconds to Victory

“One Mississippi. Two Mississippi.” If you’re a kid who grew up in the South, you probably know what comes next. These were the rules for backyard football in my neighborhood: ► Two-hand touch, ► First team to 100 wins (unless the streetlights came on or somebody’s...