by John G. Self | Jul 5, 2013 | Leadership, Stories
My father was a great baker, a virtual artist with his knives, piping jelly and decorating tube. For more than 35 years he delighted his customers with his wedding cakes, ornate teacakes and birthday cakes bearing an uncanny likeness to the celebrant. During those 30...
by John G. Self | Jan 25, 2013 | Uncategorized
One summer, my life changed. At the time it seemed only like a change in plans, but I was wrong. I remember the events that altered my life and social position as if it were yesterday. The month was May. The year, 1965. President Johnson was in office, Vietnam was...
by John G. Self | Dec 14, 2012 | Stories
Pots and pans, lots of pots and pans. That is how I remember my first job. Those darned pans, a workplace that was hot in the summer and cold in the winter, unless the nearby kettle was being fired to cook apples, cherries or, my holiday favorite, brandied mince...
by John G. Self | Sep 6, 2011 | Stories
Posted from Tyler, Texas On the day we are born, scientists tell us, we begin to die. Death at an early age is a tragedy. The death of a baby with an irreparable defect is heart wrenching. A teenager who dies in an accident is shocking, filling us with a consuming...
