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Permission To Soar

Permission To Soar

When I was five-years-old my dad forgot to drop me off at kindergarten. I was safely buckled into the back seat of his green Ford, silently watching the clouds float by while he was lost in his own thoughts. He parked the car in the college parking lot where he...
Teamwork: Less Me, More We

Teamwork: Less Me, More We

I love hockey. I mean, I r-e-a-l-l-y love hockey. I love hockey more than snow days, summer, or even Halloween candy! I love hockey so much that I wanted to play after my brother’s funeral because I knew it would make me feel happy. I wanted to score a goal for him. I...
Reflecting Your Light

Reflecting Your Light

As I write this, our beautiful one-year-old daughter Ireland, is running around my office waving her hands wildly.  She’s full of joy; she’s pure light. Yesterday she knocked a plant off my windowsill and learned what soil feels like, smearing it in circles on my...
The Magical Theatre Of The Mind

The Magical Theatre Of The Mind

Whenever I need to clarify my vision I race to water; I race, because it quite simply, feeds my soul. It doesn’t matter if I float on the water gently maneuvering my kayak, bearing witness to the early morning mist.  Or, if I sit on the very edge of a dock listening...