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I was seventeen years old on the day my father died, nineteen years ago this week. I was a young man, very young. As it happened, I talked, ...

I grew up in a house full of music, most of it coming from my Dad’s old Sears Silvertone Turntable, which I’ve written about previously in t...

I had not planned to write about this. Truth be told, I was surprised by the number of people in my life that seemed to want me to weigh in ...

The alarm at 6am was as unpleasant as I expected it to be, yet not as horrible as I might have thought possible. Just one more thing to get ...

The kids are all in bed now and a 6am wake-up call is in the cards for all of us. Time it was the twins had to be at preschool by 8:30 am, o...

It’s been a long time since my last column. Things have been very busy here of late, and there has been some drama both within my immediate ...

I’ve never written about this before. To be honest, I think about it almost every day, though it’s never something I’ve written about, and b...