My kids make me proud. They’re strong, young people. They’re kind and loving too. They call or text my wife and me every few days just to check-in or say "hey." They send me a card on my birthday. Yea, yea, but they each have a long way to go to make things right with... Continue Reading →
‘He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother’
My wife and I were exhausted. We had a busy week and were enjoying a quiet weekend, so we decided to take a short nap. When we woke a short while later, I couldn’t get The Hollies and their 1969 song “He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother” out of my head. A song with meaning... Continue Reading →
Selling buyers on a jingle
My doctor has me on a medicine that makes me nauseas and gives me acid reflux. I’m counting the days until the prescription is done, but without fail, when the acid reflux comes on, I thik back to the seventies and eighties and the jingle that went “plop, plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a... Continue Reading →
Through the eyes of a teacher
When my kids were young, they loved to listen to children’s entertainers like the Wiggles, the gang from Sesame Street, VeggieTales, Raffi, and Joe Scruggs. They loved the silly, upbeat music and crazy performances. The music was so well loved in our house that our daughter wanted us to call 9-1-1 when we somehow inadvertently... Continue Reading →

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