One of my daughters recently asked why I "always" wink at her. The answer has to do with silent connections formed in my distant past.
Thirty years ago, I got lost in the wilderness--and found a feeling I've never forgotten.
Twenty years ago, I learned how little I really know--through a chance encounter outside a library with perhaps the smartest man I've ever met.
My mother taught me to treat women with respect and dignity and care. Not because they need some sort of special handling, but because we all do.
This week, I paused to think about the things I have to be thankful for--and remembered a teacher from Annandale High School.
The lesson I learned about service from a mysterious, far-away woman.
The comically true story of my sad debut as a high school swimmer.
It all has to do with not letting the really big chance pass you by.
Here's what I learned from watching my mother sing Christmas carols in a nursing home.
My first significant injury somehow makes for a fond memory.