Acts

Acts 1 reminds me of, “The Talk”.  Parents everywhere debate when to have the conversation with their pre-teens about the hormonal changes ahead. They try

Acts 2 reminds me of Announcements in grade school.  Every morning the school Principal began the day by reading important information that we heard from

Acts 3 reminds me of the only birthday present my dad ever gave me.  He was not very present in my life and for some

Acts 4 reminds me of slick politicians that avoid offending any potential voter by answering questions with vague non-answers.  Their ambiguous sidestepping is designed to

Acts 5 reminds me of my mom’s uncanny ability to know when I was lying.  She hated deception and would not tolerate it from her

Acts 6 reminds me of the first day of Kindergarten.  I remember immediately hating it.  It felt just like the new shoes I was forced

Acts 7 reminds me of the cry of rebellious babies everywhere, “You’re not the boss of me!”  It is an expression of outrage by someone

Acts 8 reminds me of “Chicken Fights”. That’s what we called battling in the pool with someone sitting on our shoulders while trying to knock the

Acts 9 reminds me of Geneva.  She was a cantankerous client that was long past retirement age.  She always seemed critical and generally difficult toward

Acts 10 reminds me of a game we played on the high school wrestling team.  We called it Irish verses Italians.  The team was divided