The Greatest American Hero,” surviving (and okay, maybe embracing) the break dance era, all while wearing short Bike shorts with my socks pulled up to my kneecaps, growing my hair long, managing it with a big plastic comb and then bleaching out the tips during the ‘80s heavy metal era.
Don’t judge me. You probably did it too if you are a 40-something.
Now I listen to MP3s, watch TV programs like “Parenthood,” am clueless about all modern dance moves (the last dance craze I could name is the Macarena), wear long shorts past my kneecaps with short socks and I wear my hair extremely short.
In between all of that is a lot of life, and death.
I learned that words mean a lot to me – they make me feel and think and dream. I became a Christian in 1992. It took me the better part of a decade to figure out where I fit theologically. I have two nieces and one nephew – all of whom I love dearly. I ruptured my right Achilles tendon in 1997 and it has led to all sorts of health problems. I lost my father in 2000. My mother had a stroke in 2007. Many of my friends have lost one or both of their parents. I became an author. Then I became a sportswriter. Then I became an editor. Now I’m a little of all three.
As a 40-something, I wonder what the world my nieces and nephews are growing up in will look like when they are 40-something. I think about what type of legacy I will leave behind. I think about the choices I have made. I think about my family’s heritage – about their beliefs, struggles, sacrifices, triumphs, and ultimately, what drove them to become the type of people they became. I think about my dreams that have come true, and the ones that have gone unrealized.
I view modern culture through my biases, experiences, preferences, dreams and beliefs, which means I view it through a multi-colored lens, just like you. That’s what you’ll get here at Little Nuances. You’ll read about the nuances of life as I see them. And I hope you will share your take on life’s little nuances with me as well.