When the Darkness Closes…

  “Sissy’s cryin’,” our two-year old son told me the other morning as I walked into his room to wake him up. “Sissy’s cryin’!” I believed him, but was a little surprised since Mommy and I had heard nothing about it. It’s not uncommon for Sissy to have trouble sleeping if the branches outside happen […]

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The Crying Kind…

“Oh, I’m just not the crying kind.”   Famous last words. I used to try and convince my wife that I’m not the typical “dramatic musician” who wears his emotion on his sleeve, but I’ve since given up the charade. What can I say? I’m a sentimental person, and everybody knows it. But even after coming […]

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