In the summer of 2002, my sons didn’t care about Kevin Costner. What they remember is standing on the field, pockets full of championship dirt, feeling part of something magical.

I have known the Lanes for nearly 40 years, and it all began with Russ.

I met Russ Lane on the Westmar campus in the summer of 1985. Russ was a returning college student, and I was an incoming freshman.

Awakened by the smell of ash, my groggy dream of cleaning a fireplace turned into the day’s reality.

“I’ll be in Durango in two weeks!”

It is not uncommon for me to be told this by a stranger. My hometown of Durango, Colorado, is a beautiful place.

“That’s the dress from your Aunt Joan!”

This was the Facebook comment I enjoyed most after posting photos from a wedding I attended in Slovenia.

Lake goals and life pace have changed dramatically since my teenage years in the 80s.

Oh my God, please tell me they have sunscreen on.

These were my thoughts as I ran around Lake Bled in Slovenia this morning.

I've been reminiscing recently about a cherished summer job in 1988. It was not the accounting internship I desired, nor a glamorous position; my job was cleaning motel rooms.

“I’m going to run and pick up Garrett from the airport. Be right back.”

These were my parting words to Mom as I headed to the Omaha Airport for the third time in 24 hours.

My Aunt Joan died last weekend. Although her death wasn’t a surprise, her absence has left a hole.

Two people walk into a bar.

Both dressed in formal holiday attire, they order Cadillac margaritas.

The woman is wearing a short black sweater dress with a drop collar exposing her shoulders.