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I was beating the “H E Double Hockey Sticks” out of that punching bag. About fifteen years ago I was given a punching bag as a gift for my birthday. When he delivered it my friend suggested, “I see how frustrated you are with some of the things happening in your life. My hope is…

“Give us this day our daily buckets.” Why is this pseudo-scripture SO incredibly powerful? Because of it’s deeper meaning. Not many people know this but when my wife passed away in October of 2021, I almost passed away, too. Because of my kids… and FOR my kids… and for Shelly, I fought like crazy to…

Erik (my more severe ASD son) had a tough day. On July 4th… he simply struggled with moodiness, grumpiness and all around general “make-the-day-tough-ness.” And every one felt it. Not the right day for that. And the more that it went on… the more my “typical” kids started to feel the “C’MON… all day?” feelings.…

Woooh, Woooh, Woooh!!! Woooh, Woooh, Woooh!!! Woooh, Woooh, Woooh!!! That’s what the kids said I kept saying over and over and over. Then… they hit me with this… “You sound like a gorilla in labor.” We had the funniest time. A few weeks ago I came across a guy who suggested that dipping ones entire…

Recently… I dreamed… I was going to die. You should know, I don’t sleep well. Never have. And one of the side-effects of not sleeping well is that I wake up many, MANY times during the night. Which also means… I wake up, DURING… many, many dreams. So, I remember almost all of them. And…

Less than five months before Shelly passed away… There She was… sitting on the hotel room floor with tears in her eyes. “WE’VE GOT TO DO MORE.” She wept. It was a long-time coming. It was our 30th anniversary and we’d made arrangements to go on a second honeymoon. Just Shelly and I (no kids)…

One Sunday morning my only daughter Chloe, came down ready for Church wearing some pearls that I had given to Shelly (my wife who passed away suddenly in October of 2021) early in our marriage. As I saw her approach my eyes teared up and Chloe immediately said, “I’ll put them back, Dad. I didn’t…

It’s no secret that I LOVE fried chicken. And I’ll never forget the day… I discovered that through an accidental encounter. I was twelve. It was before a football game with the Oak Cliff Jets and I was hanging out with a kid on my team named Don Hobgood. Don said, “Hey Kyle, my Mom…

My son was upset… until we discussed this. He’d been “DONE WRONG” by someone. And it seemed to be haunting him and keeping him in a state of “unhappiness.” “How could he do that? What is wrong with him? Why would he do that? How could someone be so mean?” Over and over… and over…