Yesterday, wonderful people from parts of our past stopped by on Facebook to congratulate Donya and me on 34 years of marriage. Just seeing some of the names afforded an opportunity to revisit those places where we left large chunks of our lives and pieces of our hearts. One of the notes was from Cathy…
Tag: journey
If you fail to succeed, remember…
Success is failure. Ever feel like a failure? Ever look around at friends or family and think, “So-and-so has it going on and look at me?” Ever look at someone’s happy selfies and family photos on Facebook or Instagram and feel like an utter, unmitigated, complete failure? No? Me neither. (I will stop lying if…
He’s Brent Musburger (Old people are funny)
If you are not old enough to remember that long before ESPN ruled the sports world (or was even invented),–when CBS had NFC games, NBC covered the AFC, and ABC had Monday Night Football; when Brent Musburger was the smooth, never-a-queue-or-muss-a-word original host of the CBS studio show, The NFL Today –then you are forbidden to…
Thank God for the Periodic Table
Strange how the mind works. For no apparent reason, my mind went to the Periodic Table this morning. You know, the one that arranges chemical elements by their atomic numbers and such. Honestly, I never had much of a scientific mind. My interest in it barely went past the chemistry set I asked for and…
Let’s hear it for the man! (The sincere sentiments of a grateful dad)
Before Edward Frys, one of America’s premiere cakers (that is my short word for cake maker & baker), proposed to my daughter Holly, he proposed to me. Like the gentleman he is, he took me to dinner to tell me that he loves my daughter, that she completes him, and that he intends to make…
No Parabens and Phthalates here! | The Greybeard Chronicles
So, I am standing in the shower, under the jet stream of hot water cascading over my body with its invigorating, cleansing flow, studying the impressive array of chemicals for use on hair and body, when my eyes fall onto the St. Ives Apricot Scrub. Uncertain whether it is really what I want to put…
Better than my worst: The truth about the Bad Boy Preacher’s Wife
Said the Bad Boy Preacher to his Wife: You have always been… sweeter than my sour hotter than my cool finer than my coarse calmer than my storm more faithful than my doubt prettier than my ugly Better than my worst You have always been… my antithesis my antidote my balance my cure Thank you….