When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child. When I became an adult, I didn’t always do away with childish things.
Two local high school coaches were asked to speak Aug. 3-5 at the 88th annual Coaching School in the Maner Conference Center at the Capitol Plaza Hotel in Topeka.
When the coronavirus forced me to begin working from home earlier this month, I wrote a column trying to be cheerful and positive, injecting humor wherever possible as I tried to come up with reasons why working from home might be better than working in the office.
Christmastime for me as a child was a magical time, even for a young boy with ADHD born in poverty the third of five children to a mother and disabled, albino father.
As I have mumbled and grumbled the past two weeks while watching the Kansas City Chiefs lose to teams they should have owned, I didn’t know that it could get much worse.