I love the tunes of the Beach Boys. I got to see them around 2000. Of course Brian Wilson wasn’t part of the group, but even to see a couple of original members, it was great. The problem is I went with my parents. One of their newer hits, from the movie Cocktail, was Kokomo. … Continue reading Kokomo
I recently read about a tweet that went viral. The mother was pictured in the crib with her baby sleeping because the baby was crying. After the baby was born, the parents went to a worship concert, and the performer talked about a visit to an orphanage in Uganda. The odd thing about this orphanage… Continue reading The Orphanage, a Mother, and Me
I spent some time in Iraq. That year, there were only a few songs to define it. It was a pivot point in my life. Because I wasn’t listening to the radio much, the songs I took with me on an external hard drive were the main songs I had to deal with. One of… Continue reading Dani California.
If I never see the Sun again, I only need your smile. If the stars never come out at night, I only want the twinkle in your eyes. If spring never comes, to melt away the snow, I only need you near me, to always keep me warm. If I never hear again, I only… Continue reading If I never see the Sun again
There’s a picture that has lived among the clutter on my desk for a while now. I was three. It was probably the first time I danced with a girl, and I wish I kept in touch with her. As you grow old, you realize what you didn’t realize when you were young. Not that… Continue reading First Dance
Samantha a poem before you sleep, To make your dreams nice and your slumber deep. May all your hopes and wishes come true, And the sun be bright the next time it shines for you. May you have open arms that care, And friendship to share, And love to last a lifetime through. So when… Continue reading Samantha a poem before you sleep
In my room at home, there’s a brass rose. Gently colored red petals and green leaves, it has no thorns. Perfumed it will smell forever and never wilt. It is timeless and unchanging. I got it in high school, my freshman or sophomore year in the fall. I meant to give it to someone, someone… Continue reading The Story of the Rose