Tag: love

  • Three Rocks. One Story.

    Three Rocks. One Story.

    The first rock made its way to my bookshelf in 2011. Anthony, one of my students, found it while walking to school and brought it to me. It’s an ordinary looking grey stone, worn smooth from years of weather, about the size of those chocolate eggs you see at Easter. But it meant something special to…

  • The Strongest Love on Earth

    The Strongest Love on Earth

    Singing at nursing homes is unlike anywhere else. The audience loves every minute of it, though many of them are unable to show their appreciation in tangible ways. A tap of a foot, a clap here and there, or a smile from one of their friends is like a standing ovation at Carnegie Hall. Last…

  • Life Lessons, from a Box of Chocolates

    Life Lessons, from a Box of Chocolates

    Every month, after my wife and I sang at Twin Oaks Assisted Living, our friend Kathleen insisted that we follow her back to her room. Once inside, there was always something special she wanted to show us. First there was her bridal veil, from when she married her husband, Denzel, in 1947, also some dried…

  • As Strong as a Mother’s Love

    As Strong as a Mother’s Love

    The young couple came quietly into the waiting room at the doctor’s office. Mom went straight to the receptionist, while dad stood cradling their toddler son against his shoulder. Once checked in, they sat down across from me. I noticed the young child never moved a muscle. Then, I picked up on mom’s demeanor: her…

  • Pantry Prankster

    Pantry Prankster

    The pantry at my house is exceedingly neat and tidy. This is mostly due to the consistent effort of my super-organized wife. Did I mention she’s also beautiful?🥰(Nancy helps edit all my posts) Hello, sweetheart!😍 Don’t delete this, ok? Anyway, even though I try (kinda sorta), things don’t always get back where they belong—after I…

  • Streaming

    Streaming

    Something was swirling and twirling above the bed of the pick-up truck in front of us—trailing out over the interstate in a multi-colored ribbon. “What is that?” I asked my wife. It was leaves. As we passed the truck, I saw them–piled up high behind the cab. “It’s an old-fashioned cordless leaf blower!” I chuckled.…