In My Old Neighborhood, A Boy Stopped

I'm Not Going Out And Hitting A 95-mph Fastball Where I Can't See The Stitches. I'm Not On A Professional Football Team Looking To Tackle A Fullback Who Is Built Like Solid Wood. I'm A Thinking Person, And I've Been Blessed With The Ability To See Some Things And Talk About Them In A Way That Registers In A Humorous And Funny Way.

While Fathers Are Pleasant Figureheads, There Is A Special Bond Between Children And Their Mothers. 'do You Help Your Mother Clean Up The House?' I Asked One Girl Of Seven. 'no,' She Sweetly Replied, 'i Help Make The Mess.' It's A Dirty Job But Somebody's Got To Do It.

Our Children Are Trying To Tell Us Something. And We Are Not Listening.

Meadowlark And I Share A Common Vision Of Bringing Joy And Laughter To Others.

A Pelican That Is Wet Walks With A Gated Limp, But A Dry Fish Swims Alone.