Tag Archives: Growing Up

About Time

The older I get, the faster time moves. It’s not fair, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t start a petition. I can’t create a union and call for a strike. I’d file an injunction, but that … Continue reading

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27

My birthday was on Sunday. I turned 72-years-old. More on that later. In the days leading up to my birthday, I realized I don’t like the number 27. It’s too close to 30. At least when I was 26, I … Continue reading

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Then vs. Now

I don’t want this blog post to be one those, “People are so inundated with technology these days, no one plays outside anymore, and no one looks up” rants that everyone nods their head at, but no one actually does … Continue reading

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Something Different

Hey friends, Paul here. I don’t really know what this blog post is going to be about, but I feel like I have stuff to say. So I’m just going to sit here and write and hopefully something meaningful comes … Continue reading

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Trying

Hey, how will we say hello today I can wave my hand, like I’m leading a marching band Hey, can I talk to you I don’t know what to say, but I’ll say it anyway Hey, are you there I’m … Continue reading

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Not That Person Anymore

Have you ever put on a pair of clothes, only to quickly realize they no longer fit? That happened to me a few weeks ago. It caught me by surprise. My pants felt like I needed to shove a lampshade … Continue reading

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I Didn’t Ask For A Participation Trophy

I was nine-years-old when I received my first participation trophy for failing to come in first place in house league softball. It was the first trophy I’d ever received. I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t know that, … Continue reading

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“I’m 8…and a Half”

This summer is my third time working at camp. Children I interact with on a daily basis were not alive for 9/11. They were not alive when I graduated from elementary school. And some weren’t even alive when I started … Continue reading

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