The past may hold us, the future may change us, yet something binds, it holds and secures— Memories, old and new, combine to seal and hold tight the grip— the years cement. ...
A Recipe for Lost Mojo
"Dear Cousin, I'm thinking about starting a new revenue generating blog, but not sure I can take this on right now. My current site is working well, and the additional project would be a great income earner, but first I just have to locate and install my mojo - it ebbs and flows quite a bit during ...
Dwell [Poem]
I sit here craving your presence I close my eyes hoping to feel you close All the things I busy myself with Seem to pull me further away. ...
Impossible Christmas Joy
Christmas is a complicated season. At the surface, the media sends us the message that it is the "most wonderful time of year" filled with candy canes, happy smiling children, blissful mall shopping, and of course, argument-free family gatherings and copious amounts of leisure time. It's tough to ...
5 Life Lessons from The Music Man
The story of Harold Hill, Marion Paroo, and all the townspeople of River City, Iowa in the classic music by Meredith Wilson's The Music Man is one of near disaster and certain redemption. What could have ended with tar and feathering, lost money, and broken dreams in fact, ended in love, ...
The Lost Art of Thank You Notes
My grandmother practically lived to write thank you notes, or so it seemed. Upon arriving at her memorial service at her senior residence this past February, the music director, David, who played several hymns during the small gathering, shared after the service that he had never received so many ...