Yeah, I know you didn't ask. Yet you continue to flip to this page to read this ridiculous op-ed month and after month. It’s your own fault. You have only yourself to blame. 

And no… this is not an expert in the field of psychology throwing these half-baked ideas at you for no good reason. This is just a normal (or slightly abnormal), everyday guy throwing half-baked ideas at you for a good reason. So, just enjoy and take them for what they are. Besides, you pay for what you get… and this newspaper is free

In its 11 seasons on air, I’m sure many or most of you have caught an episode of TV’s Shark Tank. Entrepreneurs pitch their business idea to the “Sharks” – a panel of “self-made, filthy-rich investors” – seeking a Shark’s investment in exchange for equity in their venture.

The entrepreneurs have given everything they have to this idea. Many quit their jobs, have taken out loans, invested their life-savings; they’ve given everything because they believe their idea is something worth it - but without an investor to help them grow their visibility, sales, or marketing – most can’t continue. Their future hangs upon their moment in “the Tank.”

The holiday season can cause anxiety for everyone, but that’s especially so for those of us with the title “Mom” (or “Mother” or “Ma” or “Mama”), “Grandma,” “Auntie”… you get the idea. There are decorations to hang, gifts to buy, meals to cook, and family to host. Right? 

We’re just too darn simple. I know… it’s maddening. 

For the most part, men are notoriously difficult to buy presents for. Why? Because if we need something, we just go get it. It’s not categorized as a “shopping trip” or an “outing with the dudes” or “Boy Time.” It’s not a glorified event. It’s never something special. It’s literally a stop off at the Lowe’s or the Home Dump or the Tractor Supply or the Weed and Feed and Seed to get precisely (and only) what we need. 

Got it. Done. Outta here. 

The world is full of characters. This holiday season, many of us with gather with our special characters. I thought with all the heavy going on in the world we could look at our family members with a light-hearted attitude. 

As you encounter many of these characters during holiday gatherings, think about all the things you can learn from them. No matter where they are going, they are always trudging forward. 

Last weekend, the second of our two children was married. Ross, our son, married a wonderful girl from Nashville, Tennessee. It was a great weekend in Nashville, and it left me with an unexpected feeling of accomplishment. Both our kids are now wed to great spouses, and we truly like their families. Two for two, that’s a blessing.  

As with most weddings, there was a large gathering of extended family for both the bride and the groom. It was fun to see these two different worlds collide. Young and old. Alabama and Michigan. Good dancers and bad. These worlds blended for a great celebration.  

I received the text from my neighbor and smiled, happy playtime was over. But I was also thankful for the abundance of playmates for my Little. I typed, “They’re headed your way,” as I politely shooed the kids out of my house and on to the next. I told my Little, “Okay, as soon as you pick up the toy you left, come right back.” He smiled and nodded. 

Ten minutes later, as I took dinner out of the oven, I peeked toward the front door, expecting to see him walking through. No Little. Okay… My eyes wandered over to the trash bin and recyclables. I usually leave them for my husband, but what the heck? Might as well 

We all have secrets. At least, I mean, I think we all have secrets. 

I have one, but it’s not really a secret – at least not to the people that know me well. In fact, I’ve never withheld it from anyone. It is proudly displayed at my home, at my office, on my vehicle, and on many clothing items I possess. But for you, it is probably something that you don't know about me… and it could jeopardize the future of our reader/writer longstanding intimate relationship. 

I was recently challenged by my Sunday school teacher to think more deeply about my true purpose in life. You might think that such a search would typically be done by a teenager or young adult – not a 50-something grandfather who spends his working days helping teenagers find their purpose. But something my Sunday school teacher said struck a nerve and I came to a realization: What I had been telling others and myself, and how I have lived, have been in contradiction.

Pumpkin spice everything, Friday night football jamborees, and having the ability to sit on your front porch and rock without sweating as you enjoy the (semi-cool) evening air. These are all welcome signs of fall in Alabama.  

So, what do we do when we find our children (finally) settled into school routines? What to do when we finally catch a break from the steady string of holidays that necessitate yard decorations, food preparation, and family gatherings that leave us wiped out? We get comfortable and fall around, or course.  

Second to summer, fall is my favorite season because it gives us moms room to just be. Were not chasing our kiddos around the neighborhood like we do during summer as they trek the streets, worrying about how they may be forgetting everything they learned the previous school term. And we’re not yet trying to find a balance between hot and humid Alabama weather one day and potential icy streets the next as we shop for school clothes during winter months. We can relax and find ourselves in a routine void of stress, unpredictability, and busyness.  This fall, I have found so much happiness in the day to day responsibilities that go along with having a family. I’ve especially enjoyed our discovery of intellectually and entertaining day trips that give us time together, help us grow and learn, and help us discover new things about the state in which we live.  

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