I remember watching Larry Hagman as J. R.
As a child, I heard my grandparents, parents, and teachers talk about the attack on Pearl Harbor much like my grandchildren hear about the September 11th attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. December 7, 1941, was a devastating day for the United States.
The passing parade: Still I hear the echo’s from the hills. Neighbors said Loshie Russet slept with blue jeans on backwards for contraceptive purposes. She probably didn’t want another baby. Folks avowed she let little J.B. nurse clear on through his first year of school.
I have found that living in an era of so much information has raised my expectation for complete information in my day-to-day life to unrealistic levels. I find that I’m not as quick on my feet as I used to be. It’s as if I’m waiting for more information before I act or react. That predicament
Often we find folks who justify their sinful behavior by saying, “I am not bothering anyone.” This excuse may sound thoughtful, but it is not.
Sunday night November 18 was the 2012 American Music Awards. A performance by Usher kicked off what I assumed to be a bunch of songs I didn’t know or would speed through. One interesting fact, this was the 40th Anniversary of the awards show created by the late Dick Clark.
The word “retirement” has such a pleasant sound to it, don’t you think? I looked forward to it for more than three decades. Since my retirement, one of the first questions that people whom I haven’t seen in a while ask me is: “What are you doing now?” I always wonder how to respond.
This is a true story that happened about 5 years ago. I share it with you because, well for one thing, it’s one of my favorite stories about my in-laws and secondly, when Michael and I decided to adopt, I worried that his family, because they are another culture, would not be open to accepti
Even in the old days teachers had “busy work”. I spect some of you knew that.