The moment I heard the dare I refused it outright. No way was I going to do that. No way was I going to jeopardize what I had worked hard for the past few years. Singing a solo as a part of the Living Christmas Tree performances was something that more than a few high school students aspired to at the Big Church on the Island. As a senior, my opportunity finally arrived when I was chosen to Read More about Remembering The Living Christmas Tree, Part 2: The Dare
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A Halloween Memory: The Time I Touched Death
I have no idea how he died. I think they told me, but I was too terrified to hear a word of it. Between the chattering of my teeth and the knocking of my knees, I'd become temporarily deaf. “Come touch the dead man,” said one of them as I was passing by. “Don’t be chicken,” teased another. Being the man that I was at the ripe old age of 10, I walked up the driveway and took my place in Read More about A Halloween Memory: The Time I Touched Death
Friday Night at the Fights
It’s strange the memories that surface when you are in the middle of selling a house, a house you have lived in for fifteen years. When we signed our “John and Jane” Hancocks at closing back in 2007, our children were 11, 9, and 4—assuming my math is accurate, of course. A lot has happened in 15 years, some good, some bad…a lot that is very memorable. I’m not sure why this particular memory Read More about Friday Night at the Fights
Noble Reading
When I was a child, my father would often say that there are three things in this world that can change a man’s mind: a desperate temptress, a divine appointment, and a delightful book. Of the former two, he would say that one should be avoided at all costs, while the other should be embraced at any time—for the good Lord may come a-knockin’ only once. Of the last, however, he would often point Read More about Noble Reading