We Don’t Know the Whole Story
December 9, 2022
I was in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water when I heard the thud, bam as if the house was shaking. Couldn’t be, could
I was in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water when I heard the thud, bam as if the house was shaking. Couldn’t be, could
Saturday, December 2, 1995 – Awaken to the sounds of prison life—chains on belts with keys rattling. Doors slamming—slots opened and closed—doors being kicked for
Webster defines hijacked in this way; to steal or to commandeer. Have you ever felt as if your true self, the one that God made
I recently saw an interview with Dana White, the head of the UFC (Ultimate Fight Championship). As an entrepreneur, he’s pretty impressive. He cares about
I walked out of the grocery store twice in the last week with items I didn’t pay for. Almond milk one time, and pepperoni the
I overheard a conversation by several members at an exclusive country club where I help out on Fridays as a Starter. I love being outside
I recently completed a book entitled The Band That Played On, by Steve Turner. It’s a well-researched account of the musicians who lost their lives
It was a magnificent day on the Chesapeake Bay overlooking the C&D Canal at one of our favorite spots – Schaefer’s Canal House. We come
It was December 1st, 1995, when I walked into the US Marshals office at 601 Market Street in Philadelphia a free man – and exited