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Used to steal my pencils in second grade Made fun of him for always missing school Sometimes he'd be out a week at a time Come back laug...

It was Friday morning.  It was going to be a good day.  And I needed it, after Thursday afternoon's Four O'Clock 400 turned into the...

As a child, my father walked five miles to and from school every day of his life. In the snow. Uphill both ways. I know this because he told...

Remember when beach trips were incredibly relaxing? Lying by the ocean for hours, listening to the symphony of the waves, entirely relaxed. ...

Tuesdays can be tough.   It was opening night for the local 8U soccer league.  (I'll pause to allow the excitement and anticipation to a...

Imagine if you will a middle-aged male, one who has not been in any sort of shape for the better part of a  decade, traipsing through life c...

Bradford pears are out, you can tell By the sneezes, the beauty, and the smell Give those D.C. cherry blossoms a fight Weatherman calling fo...

I've been trying to smile the way I used to Been trying to feel each moment rushing by Been trying to savor every sip of whiskey Not jus...