When it comes to the endless cycle of losses and wins in life, all of us are or will someday be seasoned veterans.
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.
Select individuals who haven’t learned to play by the politically correct handbook now need to be taken to the woodshed, ruined financially, and belittled in the public square.
Anger management classes these days must be booming, no pun intended.
We are now two weeks into living the Boston terror attacks either first hand or through the barrage of local and national media coverage.
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.