Danny Reding

A Tale of Two Musicians (A Love Story . . . sort of) I was one of those kids who loved band and didn’t notice that it kept me from being one of the cool kids in school. I loved everything about it. Well, almost. I tolerated marching band but I truly loved everything else. Band camp was the best. It was band on steroids. One summer’s experience stands out though and left me with an enduring lesson on leadership. This particular camp lasted for two weeks with a different

When was the last time you had a conversation about virtue? Maybe it started when someone said something like, “Great to see you! You’re looking particularly virtuous today.” No? I can’t remember any conversations like that either but I have been increasingly intrigued by the topic of virtue. I’m particularly interested in whether virtue is something that we can develop or if we’re forever bound and restricted by our genes from birth. Is it possible to become more virtuo

I love coffee. I love the flavor and I love to linger over my first (and second) cup every morning. The cup matters too. I have a small collection but there are three that I seem to reach for more often than others. One says plainly, “gratitude.” I always find myself giving thanks for various blessings when I sip coffee from that cup. Another says, “gratitde.” It took a second try before auto-correct would allow that spelling. But there it is, etched into the side of my cup