Let’s face it, everyone wants to be a social media guru. Who wouldn’t? From complimentary valet parking at restaurants because of your Klout score, to people lining up outside of Books-A-Million waiting for you to sign their copy of your book, social media is the new rock and roll. Only, there’s no actual music. And your fans wear thick glasses instead of leather halter tops. That said, and because I’m blessed with the power of observation, I thought I’d pass…
On Saturday we ventured into downtown Charlotte for my daughter’s 10th birthday party. Rather than do a traditional party, we opted to take a group of her friends into town to hit some fountains, museums and trains. This city has grown a lot since we moved here in 2000, and even though we live so close to it, we don’t get down there to mull around as much as we used to. It was a good idea for a birthday…
There is a center. It’s where most of us live. Sometimes we call it the mainstream. In the center we all agree to certain core values, and for the most part, we’re all quite comfortable there. When someone strays from the core values of the group, we isolate them and lock them away because they’re considered dangerous to the rest of us. The farther a person strays from the center, the more dangerous they become. The ones who congregate closest…
Dear All New People on Twitter, First of all, I can’t believe people are still new here. But that’s only because I’ve been at this for a couple of years. And if you think that sounds like a long time, it’s not as long as most of the people I follow here. I still consider myself something of a rookie because of them, however (and they do too). Anyway, welcome. I wanted to take a few moments to give you…
Ten years ago was a top five day in my life. It was a beautiful late afternoon on a warm day in winter. My very pregnant wife and I were sitting outside under a tulip magnolia that had bloomed that day. We’d just moved into our house the summer before, and had never experienced our yard in spring. At the time, we didn’t know whether we were having a boy or a girl. Looking back, the tulip magnolia’s bright pink…
Our oldest daughter, Agatha Rose, turns 10 tomorrow. If there’s one thing about having children that no one prepared me for, it’s how they are sobering markers of time passing. Ten years in the blink of an eye. I truly love being a father. Despite everything. And I’m proud to share this piece with you which was recently written by my little girl who very reluctantly steps out of single digits tomorrow into double digits. Forever. *** Have you ever…
