Monthly Archives: December 2014

At 7 a.m., my youngest burst into the room booming, “SANTA CAME!” From that moment, it was game on and within minutes,wrapping paper flew like leaves in a hurricane. Just looking around at the unwrapped presents, I’ve decided that no … Continue reading →

I have a birthday coming up and I’ll admit, it’s one of the first ones where I feel, well, old. As my son would say, “It’s because you are old, dad.” I guess it is because time is flying so … Continue reading →

Do you have people who doubt your abilities? Who discourage you? Who don’t believe? Prove them wrong. Do they make little comments that sting? Are they negative? Have they hurt you in some way? Prove them wrong. Take the pain … Continue reading →

1. When you don’t feel like it. 2. When you are tired. 3. When your muscles are sore. 4. When you start back after recovering from an injury. 5. When it is dark. 6. When it is cold. 7. When … Continue reading →

The Grinch Who Stole Christmas (my proof — love the cartoon, hate the movie). Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer (TV Show) Frosty the Snowman  It’s A Wonderful Life Charlie Brown Christmas  A Christmas Story Christmas Vacation Elf Santa Claus is … Continue reading →

I went looking for Christmas yesterday. In all the hustle and bustle, stress, change and challenges, I haven’t been able to find it this year. So I went on a quest to find it. I didn’t find it at the … Continue reading →

Dear Santa, You remember me. I was the kid who looked like Ralphie from The Christmas Story. I was a good kid — I had a few quirks, but who didn’t in the 1970’s. Yeah, yeah, that’s me. The one … Continue reading →

It has been a couple of years since ol’ Banjo died but his spirit lives on. It lives when I get a note from a parent telling me how much their child loves my book Banjo’s Dream. It lives when … Continue reading →

I don’t know about you, but yesterday’s headlines punched me in the gut.  I can’t remember a more depressing day — well, I can. 9/11 was horrible.  But this is the Christmas season. We should be feeling “joy to the … Continue reading →

“You look handsome.” Rusty Randolph’s mother used spit to try to tame his cowlick. The seven-year-old’s wild blonde hair shot toward the cold, night sky. “C’mon MOM!” Rusty protested. It was really more than having spit used as hair product … Continue reading →