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The Gift of Words

The Gift of Words

I wrote a poem for my first grandchild, Cailyn Joy McNary, and read it to her last night. She's snuggled her seven-year-old body beside me on the couch and I began to read. (She the one on the right) She came into my world one day With skin as soft springtime air A...

Why Your Story Matters to the World

You’ve been knocked down a time or two in life, haven’t you? What made you get back up? What is the most crushing blow you’ve ever received? Bad news about your health? Someone walk out on you? Your best friend betray you? A trusted employee take all your money? How...

What Part of The Story Are You?

What Part of The Story Are You?

"Papa Rick?" my six-year-old granddaughter K.K. asked, "What part of the story am I?" I like phrases that suddenly arrive then stick to my insides for a few days like a double-stacked peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The latest phrase was a gift from a little girl...

Writing Your Way Out of a Difficult Circumstance

Writing Your Way Out of a Difficult Circumstance

No one has the power to take away your ability to interpret your own circumstances.  -  Dr. Vincent Amanor-Bouda, Kansas State University  If you were not the person neck deep in your difficult circumstance right now, what advice would you give yourself to come out on...

What is the Story you Tell Yourself?

What is the Story you Tell Yourself?

I’m still not sure why we didn’t get killed or end up on life support, but I do know that it all started with the story the young girl in the red SUV was telling herself. Recently, I was pulling our camper with my wife riding shotgun on a stretch of Kansas road called...

The Reason I Write: To Narrate My Own Story

The Reason I Write: To Narrate My Own Story

 “No one can ever take away from you the power to interpret your own circumstances.” – Dr. Vincent Amanor-Boadu, Kansas State University If you were to compare yourself to a movie star, who would it be? If you could be any musician, who would it be? If you could be...

The Reason I Write: Thought Management

My mind is often like a runaway truck barreling out-of-control down a mountain.  It races so fast tiny puffs of smoke come out of my ears and you can hear gears grind as I try to downshift. It weaves in and out of traffic, blows its horn at slower drivers, scares the...

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