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Let it go

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If you have children 12 years old or younger, chances are you’ve seen the hit Disney movie “Frozen” about a gazillion times, and rightfully so. It’s quite possibly the best kid’s movie of all time.

Not just because the movie features Olaf, an adorable snowman whose singing and dancing ranks right up there with Fred Astaire, but because all the music is infectious. This is especially true of the message and lyrics of the Oscar-winning song, “Let it go.” Read More»

Christmas traditions

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If asked, most folks will say they have traditions surrounding the holidays unique only to their family.

Some have ugly sweater parties, others collect nutcrackers from all corners of the world, and at least one neighbor decorates their house with so many lights that the display can be seen from outer space.

While growing up at 110 Flamingo Street, my family was no exception when it came to having family traditions.

Although, looking back, some of those traditions might seem downright strange. Read More»

A toyless Christmas

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Ask any parent. There’s just about nothing better than watching a child’s face on Christmas morning.

Parents, awakened early, are dragged out of bed and pulled down hallways by children excited to see if Santa actually stopped by their house during the night.

Smiles on little faces seem to grow wide with wonder as each present under the Christmas tree is unwrapped and revealed.

Yes, the face of a child on Christmas morning is truly unforgettable, and it’s almost always happy — almost. Read More»

I saw Santa

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With just three weeks left to shop for all those important Christmas gifts, there’s no need to worry. You can now mark me off your list.

Last week I received the one gift that I’d been wishing for all my life. Yep, yours truly got to meet the man himself. I got to meet the real Santa!

The Wife and I had gone to the Fox Theater in downtown Atlanta to see a Christmas concert by Mannheim Steamroller. We arrived a little early, made our way to our seats, but didn’t stay seated long. Read More»

Eating my own words

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This Thanksgiving, I’m departing from our regular feast of turkey, cornbread stuffing, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, and all the other traditional foods for dinner. And I won’t be eating pumpkin or apple pie for dessert either.

This year I’ll be eating my words for the main course and then a heaping serving of humble pie for dessert.

What has caused such a drastic change in the holiday menu at our house, you may ask? Read More»

Lost and forlorn

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Okay, I’ll admit it. Sometimes I’m directionally challenged. I could get lost in an elevator or go the wrong way on an escalator.

No matter what age you may be, the experience of being lost is the same for everyone: complete and utter hopelessness.

I should know. I found myself lost last weekend, and an old familiar wave of dread washed over me and almost knocked me down.

But how I found myself lost in the middle of a crowd of over a thousand strangers, out of breath, and weeping…well, that’s the end of this story. Here’s the beginning: Read More»

Baby it’s cold outside

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Each week you can safely read this column and be assured that the topic will not be political, and there’s a good reason.

Politics just isn’t funny. (Some politicians are, but politics just isn’t). So now that the elections are finally over, we all can concentrate on something that’s really important.

Yep, I’m going to dive right into the middle of the global warming debate. It’s not being political, and it’s not really a debate. You see, for me, it’s been decided. There ain’t such a thing. I’ll explain. Read More»

My greatest fear

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Well it’s finally happened. My greatest fear has finally come true.

Nope, The Wife hasn’t left me. At least, not yet. Guess after 15 years, she’s gotten used to having this grumpy guy around.

And no, Down the Street Bully Brad hasn’t found out where I currently live, or at least I don’t think he has.

So what great fear has finally become reality for yours truly? Little One was injured while under my care. Read More»

Breaking the rules

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Yep, I know. After reading this story, the parents of school-age kids out there will be irritated at me for months simply because I said it’s okay to break rules.

Trust me, it’s not intentional. But if you do get really upset, please don’t send emails to my editor. Send all of them to my dad in Florida. After all, it’s his fault. He and Mom taught us kids that honesty is the best policy.

Rules are meant to be broken. The rules of English, that is. Read More»

Elephant-less circus

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When I heard the circus was coming to our fair town, I jumped at the chance to buy tickets.

Memories of all those extravaganzas from when we lived back on Flamingo Street started to parade themselves through my head. Three rings under the Big Top filled with lions, tigers, dancing bears, trapeze artists flying high overhead, and an impossible number of clowns climbing out of a miniature car.

Little did I know how different this circus would be from those of Flamingo Street past. Read More»

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