My secret is out; I’m a sucker for them. Elephants.
It has been three full weeks since my bride of thirty-one years and the mother of our two super kids left us.
Anger management classes these days must be booming, no pun intended.
It’s heartbreaking when a child is seriously ill, but some local people are working together to help them recover by “drafting” those kids into college sports, and that can change lives.
We are now two weeks into living the Boston terror attacks either first hand or through the barrage of local and national media coverage.
Kids do not know enough about money.
It was the first September in memory that I didn’t even reach for a peek. The Farmer’s Almanac went unopened.
Allow me to steal a few moments of your precious time to offer you some examples of support, ones that should bring a smile.
So I’m holding this séance the other night and who happens to come through but the late great Francis Scott Key?
As we approach the end of a tumultuous calendar year, I’m thankful.