Nervousness, Success and Jack Nicklaus

I remember in college when I was preparing for my first golf tournament my golf coach told me that I needed to expect to be extremely nervous. He said that if I knew it was coming it would be easier to deal with. He was right about both claims. I was nervous before my first college golf tournament. Big time! But he was also right when he said that it would be better for me if I anticipated that I would feel nervous.  Continue reading


The God of Deep Space

Here’s a deep space picture that has made it’s way around the Internet. The picture was taken with the Hubble Telescope and it fascinates me like other things having to do with outer space.

Take a look:
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Those bright things that look like stars are actually galaxies. There are thousands of them in this picture alone. Those galaxies contain billions of stars and with many of those stars there are solar systems like ours. Makes you feel kind of small doesn’t it?  Continue reading


My Hero

I should have put this up on Easter. I figure better a little late than never.

When I was a child, I wasn’t allowed to use the Lord’s name in vain.

If I said, “My God” in any way that was not in reverence, I should expect a spanking, and a tough one at that.  Continue reading


Another Day Older

My little boy started kindergarten today.

I still remember my first day of kindergarten, though it’s much more foggy in my mind than today.

Last week he and I were in a music video that will be out soon and is by a wonderful singer and song writer.

I would share her name, but I’m not sure she would want me to before the video is out.

When it is out, I’ll have it here with a link to her website because I have really come to appreciate her music. (Update, see the Turpentine video by Brandi Carlile)

My little boy was a little me in the video.

A little girl portrayed the younger version of the artist performing the song.

They played together and pretended to be us in flashbacks.

I remember thinking to myself, “When did I stop being the little version of me?”

Adults used to tell me that time flies but it never did when we were driving to grandpa’s or waiting on our pizza.

Time has a sneaky way of only flying by when you look back at it.

This morning as I kissed him on the cheek and walked backwards from his new classroom where his teacher was getting started and hinting that it’s time for parents to leave I began saying to myself, “He’s just another day older. It’s just one day.”

But one day, as with time, only becomes months and years when you look back on it.

This is one day that I will remember when he turns ten….or sixteen.

When he pulls in the driveway with his music blaring or when he has his first girlfriend, I’ll remember when I kissed his cheek as I left him to the care of his kindergarten teacher.

As a close mentor once told me, I don’t trust anyone. I’ve come to see that is true.

I don’t like other people driving my car, using my laptop or wearing my clothes.

And yet I entrusted my most valuable posession to someone I hardly know.

That’s another thing about time.

A baby step is just a baby step until you look at it from a later date.

Funny…I remember when he took his first baby step.

Ok, have to stop writing now.