My first choice is not to sit in a cold arena this early on a Sunday morning, but I derive some joy in being here. I feel a connection to the thousands of parents in other towns and cities across the country who started their day as I did.
It took 6 tries to choose the words for this first sentence, and I gotta say, that I can't even remember what I sat down to write about. To say that I've been experiencing writer's block would be an understatement. Has this ever happened to you: walking down the street,
I'm listening to a little Kenny & Dolly right now. It is a Christmas tradition around my house. And by that I mean that I listen to the album "Once Upon a Christmas" at least once a day while the rest of my family tries to pretend that they don't
Brian Wilson, birthdays and a locked door.
Right, I know. It's Tuesday. But these thoughts came to me yesterday. And also, I enjoy the alliteration. I remember a time when I looked forward to the weekend because it meant a reprieve from the daily 9-5 grind. Does that also make you think of Dolly Parton or is