I knew going back to Kansas State for my sophomore year was going to be difficult. I learned earlier in the summer of 1995 that my best friend, who I roomed with as a freshman, wasn’t going back. Still a pseudo-brother 27 years later, Steve was my rock during that first year away from home. […]
Twelve Days of Christmas, Part VII: A tough decision made easy by dad, mentors Read More »
I’ve seen that anxiety in the eyes before. That thought ran through my mind today as we moved our daughter into her residence hall at the University of Missouri. It was a day of excitement, stress, fun and, of course, anxiety. It reminded me of the look I saw on my face when I moved
Webb: Words of wisdom to my daughter on the day she moved into college Read More »
The thought of school used to drive me to tears. I cried on the first day of school every year until the fifth grade. It wasn’t that I didn’t like school. I was just scared. That stopped in September 1986 when my father pulled me aside a few days before school for a short, gentle
