Kicked to the Curb
And somehow, I’m overcome with sadness when I see the Christmas trees that have been left for the garbage collector. Kicked to the curb, without so much as a by-your-leave. Continue reading
And somehow, I’m overcome with sadness when I see the Christmas trees that have been left for the garbage collector. Kicked to the curb, without so much as a by-your-leave. Continue reading
So Christmas is over and you’re feeling the ho-hum blues. All that buildup for the holidays and then what? A bit anti-climatic. Am I right? Think of the prep work you did, starting in early October when the first box … Continue reading
What if we handed the Isis terrorists a purple crayon, like Harold’s purple crayon, so they can draw themselves a new–and improved–life? And what if we gave the terrorists rose-colored glasses so they can see the world from a new perspective? Continue reading
This has been the longest week ever. It’s the last week before Christmas and I swear it doesn’t want to end. Not only are kids everywhere counting the days until Santa comes down their chimney, but I’m waiting for my … Continue reading
Years ago, when I first started out working in public media, the second time around that is, I was hired to do something I knew little about: community outreach. But heck, that wasn’t about to stop me from doing the … Continue reading