One Liners That Hit Home
From the moment we utter our first words, “Mama, dada, no, yes.“ our lives are filled with many types of communication. In the next few paragraphs, I’ll introduce you to…
From the moment we utter our first words, “Mama, dada, no, yes.“ our lives are filled with many types of communication. In the next few paragraphs, I’ll introduce you to…
A cryptic title? Maybe. But it’ll come clear at the end of this story, which, I promise will come soon. Stop cheering. I also promise not to encroach upon the…
What’s a latch key kid? My perception of that phrase is somewhat negative and embodies the idea of a neglected kid with a parent or parents more concerned with their…
I lied. Or at least misspoke. In an earlier post I said I couldn’t think of anything we did for fun in Fayetteville. I thought of a good one today.…
Hi again, folks. You may have wondered why I stopped my “ Children” story in 1974, just at the end of our tour in Denver, Colorado. I think I just…
March 15, 1966. March 6, 1967. July 19, 1971. Three dates that will live in love and infamy in the lives of Don and Marjorie Scooler. Why? You ask. Those…
My mom had a small picture on the wall in the entry way to our apartment. I looked at it and read the narrative on it several times. As a…
One of the better lines I’ve heard recently came from an elderly author speaking about one of his friends who asked, “Who in the hell wants to live to be…
Sometimes you’re lucky enough to get a “wake-up” call when your life is a little off track. Mine came early in life when I was burning both ends of the…
The Lord has blessed me with a good bit of longevity. I recently passed 85 years on this planet. In the next few lines I’ll share with you some words…