There’s just something about starlit lakes. Have you ever been on a clean, placid lake surrounded by the sky? I have. And I can tell you it’s heavenly. In fact, it can almost feel like Heaven dips down and wraps its arms around you. And memories of starlit lakes inspired me to write about Sombo. A couple of special starlit lakes are embedded in … The rest of the story…
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When I was a kid, I’d almost always be the first one to get up. And I’d sneak into the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cereal. Not every day was a cereal day. Because moms knew growing kids need a variety of nutrients. But a bowl (or two) of that tasty goodness could take you all the way to lunch. Of course, … The rest of the story…
For a long time I sang for my supper. And breakfast, lunch, and snacks. And I sang for my monthly bills, my gasoline consumption, and even my cool clothes. When you can pay your way as a musician, do you know what they call you? Yeah, somebody who should get a real job. Wait a second! That’s not right. They call you a professional … The rest of the story…
There are better times ahead. No doubt (or two ways) about it. I guarantee it. But there IS a catch. You knew there would be a catch. Right? The better times ahead aren’t for everybody. Nope. There will be miserable times for most people. But, for a few, there will be better times ahead. And better than they’ve ever known before. And before you … The rest of the story…
I don’t fly the unfriendly skies anymore. Because I don’t wanna be stuck in an unsanitary tube, soaring through the air at 35000 feet up, with a passenger list that includes people who hate each other and God. But, hey, that’s probably just me. Anyway… Here’s why I bring up my aversion to airline travel (the same is true for just about any mass … The rest of the story…
If you’ve ever driven through Wichita, Kansas, you might have noticed there are some flat parts. In fact, I don’t know how many times I’ve heard people diss Kansas with comments like, “It’s so flat.” But I just smile to myself as I remember struggling to ride my Western Flyer up those East Kansas hills on my way to the swimming pool. And I … The rest of the story…
Here’s a book description written by a real faker: As a dragon, I greet each day with a dance at dawn, a ritual that has become an essential part of my routine. I rise from my slumber in the mountains, stretching my wings and flexing my claws as the first rays of sunlight touch the land. I spread my wings wide and begin my … The rest of the story…
You and I are the source for all the bad stuff going on in the world. OK, maybe you and I didn’t personally start any of the wars. And maybe you and I didn’t personally abduct any small children and sell them as sex slaves. Matter of fact, you and I didn’t personally “elect” a vacuous, lame-brained puppet to the highest office in America … The rest of the story…
OK, I admit it. I’m a dreamer. And all my life I’ve had a tendency to romanticize the relational side of life. But I’ve never wished upon a star. Because, for one, I’m not a puppet who’s ever dreamed of being a real boy. And, secondly, a star is a lifeless lump of some kind of mixture of minerals. Not a source of magical, … The rest of the story…
Dreamers dream. And here’s something that’s cool. You don’t have to be an author, painter, philosopher, or songwriter to be a dreamer. Plumbers, carpenters, and electricians can all be dreamers. So can doctors, lawyers, and even (gulp) politicians (although most of their “dreams” are nightmares for everyone else). To be a dreamer, just focus or meditate on the desires of your heart. I mentioned, … The rest of the story…