[A SIMPLE SHORT STORY FOR YOUNG CHILDREN, WRITTEN AS ENCOURAGEMENT TO MY WONDERFULLY ARTISTIC AND TALENTED NIECE FOR HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION]
A young cricket, mouse and frog were the best of friends and dreamed of forming a world famous band.
But father cricket told his young cricket, “Work hard and you can be the best chirper in the meadow.”
Continue reading “The Well-Worn Bone Guitar”
If you are a follower of my Blog (new or old), please promote your Blog by putting your Blog address in a comment below along with a brief description of what your Blog is about. Let readers know why they should visit you and what they will find when they do.
If you post below, please consider visiting some or all of the other Blogs listed.
Also, consider reblogging or sharing this post to get your readers involved and connected as well.
I stole this idea from MakeItUltra™, who recently posted a subscriber promotion (click HERE for link) that really took off and appears to have helped a lot of bloggers connect. My Blog picked up a large number of new followers by simply posting a blog description on his link and by visiting some of the other Blogs listed in the comments. So, please visit his post, follow his Blog, and link up your Blog for others to find.
Because my readership is likely quite different than MakeItUltra™, I would like to try the same thing here.
Thanks, and enjoy!
Booming, throbbing bass bludgeoned her brain while blackened goth revelers thrashed and bobbed about in a daze, a grotesque menagerie bewitched by the darkness and the dead. Garish locks and bloodied bodies blazed beneath demonic strobes spiraling above the dizzying hoard worshiping in the night’s mass. A macabre brew of black and sweat dripped and smeared across Clisby’s blanched face, rendering a vision of walking death, a coveted ticket to conformity. But the bedlam disturbed the nauseous beast bathing within her sloshing belly, and she bolted for the dark passage through which she had descended into the gloom, bombarded and bruised along the way by blurry, bumping bodies pulsing and gyrating to the blaring cacophony.
Continue reading “M.A.S.K.D.”
While sitting in church this past Sunday with 3 of my 5 boys, I suddenly felt the pew shaking during the sermon. I glanced to my left, and two of my boys were in the midst of a “try hard not to laugh when you aren’t supposed to” moment.
Most of us have been there–when laughter is mercilessly suppressed by silence and scorn, causing tears to leak from the eyes and the body to tremble.
Continue reading “Pew Shakers”
[THIS IS A MESSAGE WRITTEN BY MY 15-YEAR-OLD SON FOR INSPIRATION FOR HIS FOOTBALL TEAM; PHOTO CREDITS-CHRIS RAYNOLDS]
Champions are not made in gyms; they are not built or molded by scientists.
Champions are made from something they have deep inside them . . .
Continue reading “The Heart of a Champion”
Wile E. Coyote is one of my favorite characters from Looney Tunes. Why? Because I can identify with him. When I parent, I am Wile E. Coyote.
Continue reading “Wile E. Coyote Parenting”
Below is a list of values that my wife and I are constantly trying to instill in our children. This is not an exclusive list, and many overlap, but these are the top items on my parenting agenda (my wife may have others) as we shepherd our children.
Continue reading “Top 20 Values to Teach Children”
I anticipate this being a controversial post, but I gotta say it anyway; it’s been burning a hole in me for years:
Youth recreational sports should be focused on
Continue reading “The Darwinian Mind of the Youth Sport Blind”
For those who do not know me, my wife and I have 5 children, all boys, ranging from ages 4 to 15, including a set of twins. At one point, although I have little memory of it, we had 4 children ages 4 and under. There are people who have more children than we do, and I respect them greatly, but people already call me crazy, so what does that make those who have more?
Continue reading “Advice to New Parents: Relax”
[A Mother’s Day Message]
The doorknob is an overlooked wielder of magical wonder, which from strangers secures intimate secrets and mystery but to guests and those noble enough for a key opens to a world of adventures and dreams. Whether one passes within or without, it matters not, for on either side, that which is shut in or shut out, is a fascinating story just waiting to be lived in or found out.
Continue reading “The Enchanted Doorknob”