Whether you’re happy or not, have you spent any time, lately, making melody in your heart? And have you sung with grace in your heart? Not just to hear your voice. But because you love your Creator. You don’t have … Read the rest
Way back in ’92-’93 I made the songwriters-in-the-round circuit in Nashville. Yeah, the one in Tennessee. And about 10 years ago, I shared a quick story about one of those nights when I sang a roses song. This is how … Read the rest
It’s not what you know, but who you know. And that’s always been true. But probably not like most people in the world think about it. But if you take the sum total of what most people in the world … Read the rest
Kindness and grace are two qualities you’ll find in the best friend you’ll ever have. They’re not the only qualities, of course. But they assure you’ll sit in the most special, heavenly place. And that doesn’t interest you, then I … Read the rest
Lots of people love to share what their superpower is. And many are doing that for fun. I get it. But, for a growing number of people (probably Marvel movie addicts) having a superpower isn’t just a funny thing to … Read the rest
In case you missed it, I talked about Elton John’s album, Honky Chateau, in my last post. And I mentioned how it was such an entertaining part of one of my early road trips. Well, a reader (and good friend), … Read the rest
At the end of the summer, in 1972, I drove my ’65 Plymouth Fury back to Texas from Kansas. And a lot of the drive was on highways 69 and 75 through Kansas, into Oklahoma, and then from Tulsa, Oklahoma … Read the rest
Tanzanite, turquoise, and zircon. Those are the accepted birthstones for December. And it’s also typically accepted that each one is a certain shade, or shades of blue. Of course, I’ve made no secret of the fact that blue is my … Read the rest
When it’s time for bed, there’s nothing more effective to get little kids to sleep than bedtime stories and lullaby songs. Unless, of course, your little kids are intergalactic aliens with no respect for authority. Then, all bets are off. … Read the rest
I don’t have a clue how many pony breeds are out there. Sure, I could look that up in the search engines. But I’m not interested in any of them that don’t start with the letter P. Sounds tetched in … Read the rest
I’ve always loved the old westerns. The movies where the good guys won. And the bad guys lost. Those movies where cowboys, villains, sheriffs on the hunt for desperados, and even settlers from back East had to make camp for … Read the rest
When I was a kid, back in the days of yore, I remember slow, slow, Slo-poke summer days. But I also remember days that flew by like missiles headed for the center of the Earth. And I remember how I … Read the rest
Roy Rogers and the Sons of the Pioneers. Yeah, I can almost hear ’em singin’ Tumblin’ Tumbleweeds just by mentioning their names. And I get a visual, in my head, of the ranch hands ’round the campfire as they sang, … Read the rest
“The outpost of the new west.” That’s the slogan on the website for The Silver Horse. And it’s a nice store, with some cool stuff, nestled among the other shops on the main drag in downtown Golden, Colorado. Elgielene and … Read the rest
I might’ve been strange (no comments from the peanut gallery, please). But when I was a kid, one of my favorite Christmas presents was a new set of cotton pajamas. The cozy feel of new pajamas in clean sheets. Nothing … Read the rest
I spent a lot of my formative years in Texas. So, I still use (and always will use) some of those friendly southern, colloquial expressions in my everyday language. And many of those southern memories are some of my fondest … Read the rest
It’s 33 miles in a round trip. And I read where it’s apparently America’s only “urban byway.” And that means it’s a scenic byway (on the National Register) closer to an urban area (Denver) than any other anywhere. And since … Read the rest
Ten years ago I wrote about how I took some time to read the Declaration of Independence. And I recommended all Americans do that from time to time. Because free people, throughout history, almost always forget how those freedoms came … Read the rest
I used to wear out a can of tennis balls pretty fast. And on a regular basis, too. I loved the game so much that, if I couldn’t find someone to play, I’d practice against a brick wall of an … Read the rest
You could call me a digital pamphleteer. And I wouldn’t challenge you to a duel. Because it’s a good, although partly old-fashioned, description. Now, I should tell you I hadn’t heard of the word “pamphleteer” before I read a little … Read the rest