I had thought that when my wife left college coaching things would get easier. Not so. Coaching high school is strange.

I dropped my first child at Ole Miss this past weekend. I've not had one leave the nest before. It wasn't easy. 

Things sometimes appear to be gifts. Upon closer inspection, though, they're not. 

The luckiest and unluckiest thing that ever happened to me was when I caught two redfish on three casts. I was convinced I was the best fisherman in all the land. 

A tribe of hunter gatherers saw another tribe for the first time. They labeled them "them" and it's been that way ever since. Which brings me to politics...

Finding things to be proud about in our nation is getting harder. They're out there, though. They're in the little, small, meaningful things that we may have overlooked in the past while we're cheering "U-S-A!" at the Olympics.

I watched as two friend tried to convince each other of their view of religion; to be right. I watched, happy I was no longer consumed with talking up arguments like this.

When a friend's father pulled me from a party onto his patio to say something to me, I was nervous. What he said has impacted me to this day.

Since January the 6th I've been working to change the tone where I can. It's become my mission.

Some people chose to spend their time vacationing in places where their senses are muted and they can relax. Not me.