THEY’RE YOUR KIDS, NOT YOUR FRIENDS
A cranky old lady once told me kids weren't my friends. I wondered just what was wrong with her thinking. She had passed away by the time an editor asked me if I had any suggestions for my book title.…
A cranky old lady once told me kids weren't my friends. I wondered just what was wrong with her thinking. She had passed away by the time an editor asked me if I had any suggestions for my book title.…
Chile said she didn’t believe I could get on a stage, talk into a mic, capture the attention of the audience AND make them laugh. And so, during my years as a stand-up comedian working clubs and comedy rooms…
“Well!” exhaled the black lady in front of me in line at the post office.“I’m just tired of S--t”, she went on to complain.As I see life, it’s our personal responsibility to reach out to a fellow sufferer, and so…