File this one under: Yes, this just happened. I was talking with my son Cory on the phone tonight. I said, "Do you want to be a big brother?" Cory said, "What?" I repeated, "Do you want to be a big brother?" Cory said, "What are you saying?" Then it hit me, he didn't understand [...]
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I have not been un-friended, yet.
On the way to work today (yes, I am still alive, but the green gills remain), I heard some interesting statistics on the radio that I feel compelled to share. According to Facebook data, one in four Facebook users (ages 18-34) have been embarrassed by a parent's status post or photo that a parent has [...]
Happy Nowruz!!
My son Cory's girlfriend Niloufar is Persian. She studies architecture at NDSU like Cory. She is a beautiful, intelligent, and focused young woman with a mind of her own. Needless to say, my family adores her. Niloufar is from Iran. Her family members, which she is very close to, do not live in this area. [...]
#3 child, #2 son, #1 creative soul
I never ceases to amaze me how different all my children are. The family thread runs through them and connects them in varying ways that make them part of the colorful eclectic that is our family, but each stand as their own unique prism. I believe this is true of all people and all [...]
There are two types of people in the world…
My son Cory is a third year student in NDSU's architecture program. As I have watched him grow into his own design style I have been amazed at the transformation that has occurred at each step of the way. In his pre-program classes he developed his artistic eye by sketching random objects. He then moved [...]
An ambassador of joy and light…
The Department of Architecture and Landscape Architecture moved over to the College of Arts, Humanities, and Social Sciences (AHSS) this year. My department is also in AHSS and I was thrilled when they moved into the college. I have come to be a big fan of the architecture program through what I have learned from [...]
The Misadventures of Oprah, Gayle, and Crew
It was established on my first trip to Canada with Noah that he is an “Oprah” and I am a “Gayle” - as he assumes the role of diva and I assume the role of friendly, happy-go-lucky traveler. He complains, gripes, sighs heavily, and rolls his eyes. I smile, chat, laugh, engage, and enjoy other [...]
THE NEW FORTY 