Monthly Archive: September 2020

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Zen and the Art of Being Handy

Since Covid, I’ve tackled projects at home that I might not have even considered a year or a decade ago. We built a garden in the yard… at least 15x30ft, complete with posts that...

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National Food Service Workers Day

Professionally, along with Labor Day, today should be the single most important day of the year for me. Food Service Workers are the group of people I have most come to know and understand...

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Reopening (1)

Every day I spend a great deal of time trying to find a way to re-open the 5 closed Boloco restaurants. I could just go ahead and open them, but without some certainty on...

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Not all Wounds are Visible

A man who I saw speaking earlier today wore a sweatshirt with PTSD on the back and “not all wounds are visible” on the front. When we see someone with a large bandage covering...

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Pray for Willingness

Last week I heard these three words said for the first time – pray for willingness. I had been loosely paying attention to the person speaking, but this grabbed me. At risk of looking...

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Open Letter to Canadian Prime Minister Trudeau

Dear Prime Minister Trudeau,  My great grandmother was Canadian. Her sister, my great, great Aunt Helen Davis built our original cottage up in Pointe au Baril, Ontario in 1902. Their brother, Uncle Hamilton Davis,...

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Beautiful Boy

I wrote this some time ago, and more will follow, but in the meantime I have to get something down to meet my commitment of blogging once a day for this month. I watched...

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Water boils at 212˚F

I often talk about the difference between 211˚ and 212˚. Only 1 degree separates them, but everything changes between the two. At 211, water is calm, flat, reserved. It could be 85, 120, or...

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It Was Said

A new podcast by Jon Meacham that we just started listening to. We’ve heard 3 episodes so far – the first was Martin Luther King, Jr., followed by Bobby Kennedy, and then Barack Obama....

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Not Happy, Can’t Complain

I spoke to a good friend earlier tonight. She wanted to tell me how happy she is that I’m doing so well. I kind of laughed and protested. “I’m not doing well at all,”...