Kerrying On

A Valentine’s Lesson for All of Us

A Valentine’s Lesson for All of Us

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“Take a look at this!” my mother shouted. “You won’t believe it.” Not knowing what Mom was talking about, I put down the psychology text my neighbor Gary and I were studying (we had a midterm the next day) and the two of us got up from the kitchen table and headed straight to the family...


A New Gratitude

A New Gratitude

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Norman Chadwick didn’t mind walking to high school even though it was nine blocks away. He did mind the fact that most of the students who shared his route made fun of his shoes. “Hey, Clodhopper,” the boys would shout as they passed by Norman. “Do you think your shoes are big enough?” Or, if...


Confessions of a Professional Trick-or-Treater

Confessions of a Professional Trick-or-Treater

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One crisp October day as I walked home from school with Rick Eherenfield (my grade-school best friend), he asked me a rather naïve question: “Would you like to go trick-or-treating with me next week?” What a rube! Didn’t he know anything about the finer art of extracting candy from strangers?...


The Perfect Inheritance

The Perfect Inheritance

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In September of 1951, when I headed to grade school for the very first time, my mother made an important decision. Since I was now old enough to travel the bogs, trails, and back alleys of Bellingham, Washington (all in an effort to learn the three Rs of elementary school), I was certainly...


Good Golly Miss Molly

Good Golly Miss Molly

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Throughout my teenage years, I worked for my mom and dad painting an eighty-year-old boarding house they had purchased. It was a sprawling, artless, clapboard building that hadn’t been given much attention for decades, so it took me several summers to finish the job. It was like painting a...


Rock Stars Still Sleep in Buses—and Other Graduation Thoughts

Rock Stars Still Sleep in Buses—and Other Graduation Thoughts

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This week my wife and I attended a graduation exercise. I’d rate it just below running naked through an apiary. Don’t get me wrong, the music was lovely. The student speakers were refreshing and on point. But the adult speakers . . . whew. It’s hard enough to listen to hundreds of names of...


May Day Redemption

May Day Redemption

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The following article was first published on April 26, 2016 by Kerry Patterson of www.vitalsmarts.com  In the fall of 1952, my mom carefully dressed me in my yellow raingear, kissed me on the cheek, and sent me down the long road that would take me to Larrabee Elementary School. There, far...


Your Very Own Culture Change

Your Very Own Culture Change

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When my partners and I first organized our company nearly thirty years ago, we were surprised by the stance our employees took on snacks. That’s right, snacks. The day we opened the doors of our burgeoning consultancy, we decided to stock the communal refrigerator with tasty fruits and juices....


The Perfect Amount of Abuse

The Perfect Amount of Abuse

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In the spring of 1964, as I approached my eighteenth birthday, my dad concocted a harebrained scheme (is there any other kind?) to help save money. His plan was to take advantage of our family’s health insurance by having me undergo medical procedures that our carrier would stop paying for—the...


The Fast Track to Joy

The Fast Track to Joy

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This article was originally published September 18, 2012. When I was seven years old, I learned how to ride a bike. I learned on my brother’s old, stripped-down, J.C. Higgins. It was a pathetic little thing possessing no fenders, no handle bar grips, no hand brakes, no . . . just about...


Our Red Rock Christmas

Our Red Rock Christmas

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I suppose that the Christmas traditions we cling to the most as an adult are the ones we enjoyed the most as children. This means that, for some people, pine trees covered with lead-foil tinsel are a must. For others, if the family wassail doesn’t contain fresh pineapple juice, why, it’s...