Side Trips
“Interested in a little side-trip?” I asked. We were cruising along I-44, from Oklahoma City, headed southwest, making good time, on the way to my hometown, Altus, Oklahoma. My mom had died two days before. “We may never pass this way again,” I added, as an incentive to take the detour. “Just keep following me,” …
Coaching 101
Mom Passed Away
The two missed calls and voicemail from my brother, Mark, caught my attention. His voice message said: “Call me back as soon as you can.” Of the three sons, Mark lived closest to Mom, and he and his wife, Joy, had made frequent trips to Lubbock, Texas, to check on and care for Mom. “This …