In the Potter’s Hand
While finishing up my last semester of college, I had a few electives to choose from. Thinking I’d take the easiest classes possible after all those years of hard work, I selected ceramics. Little did I know it would be
While finishing up my last semester of college, I had a few electives to choose from. Thinking I’d take the easiest classes possible after all those years of hard work, I selected ceramics. Little did I know it would be
While finishing up my last semester of college, I had a few electives to choose from. Thinking I’d take the easiest classes possible after all those years of hard work, I selected ceramics. Little did I know it would be
Growing up, I grew to dislike weekends. Unlike many other kids my age, weekends at our home were not about lounging by the pool or hanging out at the beach. Unlike the popular 80’s song by Debbie Deb, weekends at
It was a day like so many others before it. I walked into work, sat at my computer, checked my emails, and started my day. Then, about thirty minutes into my day, I see co-workers heading toward the conference room.
Historically every Christmas, I know of a family that celebrates the day with food, gift exchanges, and spending time together. The day unfolds with the grandparents hosting a breakfast or dinner and inviting their kids and grandkids to the festive
“How about we go up to the air traffic control tower?” my friend, a US Airforce Colonel, asked my boys and me. Excitedly, we accepted and started making our way up the stairs. Before arriving at the tower, the Colonel
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