It is a rare moment I find myself in. It’s 8:23 on a Wednesday morning, and I’m home, not at the radio station, entertaining thousands
Writing and training in northwest Wisconsin.
It is a rare moment I find myself in. It’s 8:23 on a Wednesday morning, and I’m home, not at the radio station, entertaining thousands
Today is Memorial Day. The true meaning of the day didn’t really take hold for me until I was well into my adulthood. My father
My mother will turn 81 next month, on the day Sue and I leave for our great Andes adventure in Peru. I’ll be calling her