I’ve talked about how my parents split up when I was around 4. And I’ve talked about how my younger brother and I lived mainly with my grandparents (on Dad’s side) for a couple of years after that. But I’ve … Read the rest
Tag Archives: distant memory
Do you ever ponder things for no reason at all? I remember driving my brand new little Ford sedan all around the countryside in Kansas. Way…waaaaayyyy back when. And I’d just keep my eyes peeled for a place to pull … Read the rest
Here’s a story and a rhyme about an orange bird. Not a real orange bird. But it’s a nice story I shared quite a while ago…just not with my podcast audience. Thank you for tuning in and indulging me as … Read the rest
Hey…Remember America? What A Great Country That Was! Long before I ever had even a notion of writing or singing for a living I remember my brother and me traveling with our grandparents through the backroads of a country called … Read the rest
I’ve been an adult for a long, long time now. Tiny time is a distant memory for me. But it IS a memory. I haven’t forgotten how important little things are…when you’re little. In fact, when you’re little, little things … Read the rest