Dharmas and Greg

I was sitting in my office writing a thank you note to the last company that interviewed me.

My freelance business isn’t picking up and an agency called me for an interview for a copy-writing position.  I’ve worked for myself, I’ve worked for other people, and I’ve worked for companies large and small.  Each has its pros and cons—but if you can arrange it so that you can actually earn a living, working for yourself is definitely the way to go. Continue reading

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The Worst Laid Plans

Oh, I Remember…

Wednesday of last week my wife, Heidi, announced to me that she had a mixed doubles tournament in Dallas.  “Remember,” she began, “I’ll be gone this weekend from Thursday to Sunday.”  “Where are you going?” I asked casually as I looked up from my computer monitor.  “Dallas.  I told you.  I have a mixed doubles tournament.”  “When did you tell me that?”

Mildly exasperated she explained “Last week and the week before that.”  She then related that my two other housemates, her sister Cindy and their grandmother would be accompanying her.  Unfazed, I casually replied “OK.” Continue reading

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The Road to Oldsville

It’s official: I’m old.

I don’t like to think of myself as old—none of us do. We like to think that, like the well wishes of Rod Stewart and Bob Dylan, we will remain forever young.  Afraid not.

I came to this revelation based on a visit with my oldest daughter, Rachel, who was married nearly a year ago.  She insisted on seeing my wife and me a couple of weeks ago on an upcoming Friday evening.  I, of course, am never opposed to seeing my kids; in fact, over the past few years, I’ve tried finding reasons to meet with them or at least give them a ring once a week or so.  I’m told that’s what makes you a good parent of adult children.  However, in this case, the intensity of my daughter’s insistence on seeing us puzzled me.  It’s simply not like any of my kids to insist that I see them immediately. Continue reading

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