Whatever history will end up calling the last decade, she's almost over.
In the last ten years I've:
...married my wife (the current and only one).
...seen ten senior classes leave McLouth High School.
...witnessed the birth of my two beautiful boys (Owen in 2003...Max in 2006).
...started and finished my M.S. program at the University of Kansas.
...been nominated for Kansas Teacher of the Year.
...written four books and nearly 200 stories. One of the books really sucks; one is being published; the jury is still out on the others.
...lost a little hair (and a number of the survivors have gone grey).
...helped my wife through some pretty crappy post-partum depression.
...witnessed random acts of violence in the 21st Century's "new war". I'll never forget walking from my classroom on September 11th...my vice-principal told me what had happened, his face drawn and pale. Likewise, bombings in Madrid, London, elsewhere--terrorism was no longer a "Middle East" problem--not that it ever was.
...took my children to the doctor/emergency room for broken arms, fevers, anaphylactic shock, and stitches.
...grown up. A little. ('course Santa brought me a Nerf gun...so pbbbbbt to growing up)
Later this week I'll review my year in writing. For now...wow. What a decade. I know I'm leaving soooo much out. Blame it on the post-Christmas stomach flu. I know I am.
While I'm trying to remember what I forgot, please have a look at this lovely review of Kaleidotrope #7 from Tangent Online. My entry lands some favorable e-ink:
'To Put Away Childish Things’ provides some remarkable observations about the nature of humanity...
(the reviewer then goes on to kick me in the teeth with a glancing shot of feminist criticism...read for yourself)
Gotta love it.