Family
Time With a Daughter
To hell with what I’ve got going – I’m not about to pass on any of these opportunities.
Lessons Learned
The Apology, 34 Years Past
The English lecturer was out of line. For that I owe her a tiny measure of thanks.
Lessons Learned
“Great Googly-Moogly!”
My proclivity for poor spelling aside, Sen. Ted Cruz and Rep. Lauren Boebert are still idiots.
Lessons Learned
Flowers are Rainbow-Colored. People are Weird.
Let’s teach our children that weird is a good thing. Because it is.
Lessons Learned
Think Positive
I experienced a convergence through a couple of communications that came my way today.
Lessons Learned
Phases of Learning
One evening last week my 6-year-old daughter and I ran out to Dairy Queen to get treats and bring them home for everyone. It was around 6:30, and as we drove east on 17th Avenue it was still fairly light outside but the moon was already visible. It was nearly full; it was full a night or so later.
Lessons Learned
Here to There. It’s Everywhere.
Change Happens – I’m thinking about transitions on this first day of the New Year. I’ve learned change is constant. Some changes are bigger and more impactful than others. We move on. It’s all good.
Lessons Learned
Thanks for Being Here
Father’s Day, 2004
“Thanks for being here.”
My father, Martin C. Fredricks III, said this to me many times, usually at family gatherings. Just as often, though, he said it to people he’d just met, at one of my brother’s NDSU football games, for example, even if they had their own child playing. It always seemed an odd thing to say to people with their own reasons for being somewhere.
Lessons Learned
Gee, Dad, You’re Such a Dork!
“Mart probably fell into the toilet, and Dad’s making a list of ways to get him out.”
That punch line, originally delivered by my older sister when we were just kids, never fails to bring a laugh at family gatherings. It’s a short story that recently took on new meaning for me.
It happened many years ago when the family was out to eat at a fast food place. Before heading for home, Dad took me into the bathroom. When we didn’t return for a long, long time, my Mother wondered aloud what could be keeping us. That’s when my sister came out with the zinger.
