Media Monday | Dad
What do the walls around our hearts look like? Do the memories they hold shut others out or leave an opening for more to come in?
What do the walls around our hearts look like? Do the memories they hold shut others out or leave an opening for more to come in?
It appears that I ticked off everyone as they left the house today. In an effort to offer some simple reminders, I apparently crossed into the “NAG ZONE”. I found myself, with each attempt, tightening my shoulders – just waiting to pounce. My mind began to rant – What are they getting annoyed at me …
While the gang watched the Super Bowl last night, I amused myself with a stack of reading materials. My eyes would look up when the commercials came on and although not impressed with most of them, I did find two very heartwarming. The Clydesdale Budweiser commercial brought a tear to my eye, but the Dodge …
One of my fondest memories of childhood was cooking with the old metal kitchen set that was nestled under the trees in my family’s backyard. It was the center of hours of outdoor fun for me and my neighborhood friends. Collecting rich dirt from my mother’s garden, mixed together with clippings of onion grass, a …