Here’s a little something from nineteen ninety nine in nineteen eighty two. “Cuz they say two thousand zero zero party over, Oops out of time – So tonight I’m gonna party like it’s 1999.” Just in case you forgot, or something, I’m quoting from that famous philosopher, Prince. Or is it the artist formerly known as Prince? Or is it Skipper? Hey, I’m not makin’ fun. … The rest of the story…
Category Archives: life is beautiful
Back in the day (as they say) there was a short expression to describe somebody who could run fast. It went like this, “Man, he can really move it.” Do they still say that? I don’t know. But I probably do once in a while. Because when something works, you keep it. Despite the so-called trends and fads. And sometimes when something doesn’t work … The rest of the story…
I’ve mentioned before how I spent summers in Kansas after my parents split up. And I’ve shared how I worked hard, long hours bucking bales of hay. But my recent trip there, for my Mom’s memorial, reminded me how Kansas is awesome in the springtime. Elgielene and I drove through the countryside a few times while we were there. And she must’ve commented a … The rest of the story…
It’s been a weird April this year. And I’m in a particularly contemplative way as I think about what the past 7 days included. A second drive to Kansas, in the past couple of months. But not for fun. Because on April 17 a group of family and friends memorialized my Mom. And just two days later was the anniversary of my Dad’s birthday. … The rest of the story…
In case you don’t already know…I’m gonna show you how to be happy where you are right now. How’s that for a pitch? Maybe where you are right now is a place full of anger, bitterness, and turmoil. There’s a way to be happy instead. Or maybe your life is going great, but you think something is missing, and you can’t quite put your … The rest of the story…
When I was a little kid, not even in school yet, I lived with my grandparents for a while. And they didn’t have a box or bucket or even a bag of toys for my brother and me to play with. But I remember my Grandmother would bring out her bag of wooden clothespins, some empty thread spools, and showed us how to “make … The rest of the story…







