I’m a child of the sixties. A “boomer”. We were born between 1946 and 1964. Our legacy is one of peace, love, sex, drugs, rock-and-roll,
My dad’s gone now. He died almost three years ago but he was missing long before then. No, he wasn’t an absent father who left
If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that’s all.
Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing; ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out years ago.
I’ve read that more people believe in Heaven than Hell. Makes sense. It’s easier to believe the good stuff. The Bible, the only real source
My wife and I celebrate our 47th wedding anniversary today. Two kids, six grandkids, a house, and some other stuff. She is the reason I’ve