After raising kids in the ’70s and watching four grandkids grow up in four different versions of crazy, I’ve figured out that every decade got something right. So what if we built a kid using only the best parts? Buckle up. The other day, I found myself watching my granddaughter scroll TikTok while doing homework,…
Dreams have always fascinated me — vivid, emotional, and sometimes overwhelmingly real. Through all stages of my life, my dreams have mirrored my deepest fears, longings, and hopes. Some bring comfort, but far too many stir a sadness I can’t always shake. I’ve always been fascinated by my dreams. They don’t drift by in black…
Turning 70 next month has me thinking… Wow, how the world has changed. When I was a kid, smoking was healthy, lead was fashionable, milk cured everything, and hiding under a desk could apparently save you from a nuclear bomb. We survived margarine sandwiches, flying saucer panic, and no internet. Honestly? TikTok’s got nothing on…
A memory that lives in every laugh line and sparkle light—the epic Parkview Class of ’73 graduation party wasn’t just about a pig roast. It was about freedom, friendship, and the wild hope of what came next. The summer of 1973 will always stick in my mind as the year we threw the party. We…
