The House on Bar Street It was Summer at the house on Bar Street, and at five or six… Read more The House on Bar Street
Last year our daughter admitted to us that she hadn’t really believed in Santa anymore. In fact, she hadn’t believed… Read more The “Death” of Santa Claus does not Mean the End of the Magic.
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“Excuses are monuments to nothingness. They build bridges to nowhere. Those who use these tool of incompetence are masters of… Read more Excuses . . . And a Compromise: Squatting in a School Parking Lot
When I was younger, I remember I went to a party with a co-worker. I don’t know why, I didn’t… Read more Digging Past The Point of No Return