The Magnificent Ship
I wonder, India, how are you doing in the midst of so much pain and big loss? Children who hadn’t […]
Reflections
Wednesday Changed my Life
I was eleven and told everyone I’d be starting an orphanage in India. Who’d believe an eleven-year-old? Skeptics added coals to my fire.
Answers to some Questions & Questions for some Answers
Excuse me, did you have a question for this answer?
The Depth of Humble
I sent the story draft again and again to Anna’s sisters who were top-notch school teachers. Her sisters meticulously read my story and edited it methodically —like proper teachers grading an exam. They admitted reading it was not easy; tapping into buried feelings took them to an emotional place that was difficult to visit too often or stay in too long. Buried heartache emerged after years. I understood. Reading about one you loved so deeply, but lost… hurts.
The Sacrificial Love of the Yabadabadoo Man
And so, after all the wonderful sacrificial love, and the tenderness and brokenness which I’ve described exhibited in my dad, this live gig recording reveals the truth; he was also, undoubtedly human.
Dad’s Finale: The Last Ya-ba-da-ba-doo Man!
Parents are always on stage; they are the star in their children’s lives. They are the heroes.
Targeting Life
Death is not the greatest loss in life.
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
(Norman Cousins)
Appostrogetic (Part 1)
Absolutely everything had been lost. The only thing we had left was each other and a memory etched into our lives forever. What an unpresented Palm Sunday evening that was!