I tell you what. I JUST got my hands on a copy of The Singing Christmas Tree performance from December 2017, at Saint Paul’s United Church of Christ in Woodstock, Virginia. And you know what? We were pretty daggone good. I’m an old rock & roller, listen to the Stones for breakfast, but live music of any kind is good music. Continue reading Christmas Music in Febuary
The old man had cried on and off over the past five days.
It’s not manly. It’s not the way a man is supposed to act. A grown man sobbing like a little girl. A grown man tearing up during a chance encounter with a neighbor or with a salesperson who had simply said ‘have a nice day’. Continue reading Why, Why, Why?
Up off of the sofa, across the floor, and out the door she went. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and being strong like she was, she had allowed herself to celebrate. Newly divorced, the kids all grown and gone, she went by herself to shop for the first Thanksgiving meal to be had by only herself. Continue reading Not Everyone Loves the Holidays
I’m quite possibly the only straight guy in America that knows all of the words to all of the songs from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Sound of Music”. I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, but we did have a Baby Grand piano in the living room. And my Mom played, and my Sisters played, and my Dad played. And I sang along. Continue reading And now, I’d like to Sing a Song
I went to my Mom’s house yesterday to fix a broken window blind. Earlier in the day, I saw the most wonderful, heartfelt sentiment on one of those social media sites. After fixing my Mom’s blind, I shared it with her, knowing that she’d enjoy it. Continue reading RAOKIHOKBM
Have you ever had one of those days when everything seems to go wrong? The world’s just out to get you. No matter how hard you try to go up, things always seem to drag you back down? Continue reading Lessons Taught by Catherine
I just don’t understand the whole White vs. Black vs. White vs. Black issue. Maybe I missed the ‘hate everyone who’s different from yourself’ memo while growing-up. Being sick and tired of all this hatred, I thought I’d share an old story from my past, which has a strange, unfortunate twist. Continue reading Catfish