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Looking Back

Feb
22

           As we speak, three of my favorite women in the world, along with an adorable 18-month-old boy, are driving through the west Texas desert on a donut.             No, I don’t mean doughnut. They haven’t slapped something glazed or powdered or coconut sprinkled on the car’s axle. The donut upon which they are driving [...]

            If you want to know the absolute fact of the matter, I never really was much of a singer.             Oh, I could carry a tune, all right. And I knew how to read music and follow a part – Mom saw to that. She made me take piano lessons until I could play [...]

Feb
09
Posted at 11:35 am

It was the first Valentine’s Day in our new neighborhood, and I wanted to impress my new friends. So I ceremoniously brought out my treasure: a bright red, heart-shaped box, filled with red and white jelly beans, candy conversation hearts, red licorice and chocolate-covered marshmallow hearts. “Won’t your Mom get mad?” Ron asked as I took [...]

Feb
02
Posted at 12:13 pm

I need to make a confession. I know, this isn’t the time or place. I can’t help it. I need to get this off my chest. Now. I cheated. There. I said it. It’s out there, in front of Google and everybody. I’m a cheater. I looked at the 2012 Super Bowl commercials BEFORE the [...]