I’ve shared the story before how my younger brother and I lived with my grandparents, my dad’s parents, for a little while. This was way back closer to the middle of the last century. In Norman, Oklahoma. And my parents were getting divorced. So my dad made sure my brother and I had a stable home to stay in while they went through the … Read the rest…
Sunday. Monday. And just like that we go from “the biggest game of the year” or “the most spectacular sports event of the year” to ho-hum another blah blah first day of the week. Well, maybe that’s how you do it. But not me. For me, it’s Sunday Monday and every day’s a fun day. Or maybe I should say Funderday. Because it’s not … Read the rest…
Only one can win and claim the number 1 spot. Yeah, the team that wins the Superbowl gets to be called number 1. I get to be the number 1 Tony Funderburk on the internet. Yippee! But there is only one person who gets to be called number 1 of everything. Can you guess who it is? I’ll tell you. It’s Jesus. He’s the … Read the rest…
I have a “bicuspid aortic valve” in my heart. In regular English, that means my heart only has two parts to the aortic valve, and it’s supposed to have three. What that means is that my aortic valve has to work harder. And it’s prone to more problems than a normal heart. And that also means the strength of my heart was compromised from … Read the rest…
Love doesn’t mean you have to be a doormat, always turn the other cheek, or simply keep your mouth shut. In fact, most of the time, if you’re doing those things, you might not love your neighbor as yourself as much as you think you do. Yeah, good news is you don’t have to keep your mouth shut. Well, not all the time anyway. … Read the rest…
Breastmilk information and thought something like, “Huh?” Or maybe something like, “well this certainly isn’t the kind of stuff that Tony talks about much. So I better find out what’s going on in that crazy cranium of his.” Am I right? C’mon, admit it. It’s OK. Because breastmilk information ain’t exactly in my wheelhouse, as they say. But I read a post on social … Read the rest…
17 years ago today a tough little girl lost her battle with cancer. She wasn’t even 3 years old. And most of her life was a struggle to survive. I never knew her, but I know her Grandmother. And I saw the anguish she went through miss her granddaughter slipped away. Tuesday was the little girl’s name. And I wrote a tribute song based … Read the rest…