Almost every Saturday since I’ve reached my majority, I have had breakfast out with my parents and brothers, and anyone else who cares to join. We share news, update progress toward our goals or reminisce, each time strengthening our family bond. I have never taken this time with my family for granted. I know there are many families who don’t want to spend time together, and I cherish the closeness
Early one morning as she rose to take a shower, he told her she needed to move out. To his surprise, she did so that very day. He figured she’d soon become lonely and scared and beg to come home. Instead, she grew more self-assured and started doing things that made her happy. At first, he couldn’t believe this was happening, but after a while, he realized how much sense
From 1989 to 1993, the NBC science fiction show Quantum Leap chronicled the adventures of good guy Dr. Sam Beckett (Scott Bakula), a physicist who created a time machine that allowed him to inhabit the bodies of others who lived within his lifetime. Each week, Sam would leap into a new character. Some of them were everyday folk—an air force fighter pilot, a wrestler, a chimpanzee, a pregnant woman—and some of
It is not enough for a horseman to know how to ride; he must know how to fall. —Mexican Proverb 1 At the Dallas/Fort Worth airport, headed home, I made a beeline for the gate that said San Francisco. The agent scanned my upgraded ticket and motioned me onboard early. On the plane, an attendant took my coat and directed me to a window seat of soft leather. Unfamiliar with first
Few pieces of entertainment are so spectacular that they are forever logged in the pages of history. In a few moments, one of those shows is about to begin. With no exception, today has been eagerly anticipated by the country’s entire population. In addition to the thousands of live spectators filling the giant amphitheater, countless more crowd around televisions at home. Journalists gather from around the globe. They prepare for
From childhood, Zoey Henderson lived for invention. When she was six years old, for instance, she spent much of the summer in her back yard making a gigantic American flag out of gum wrappers. Mrs. Evans, the crotchety woman next door, would come outside and water her own back yard just so she could scowl at Zoey and mutter harsh words like, “Arrogant little brat, disrespecting Old Glory that way.”
