All right, so one of those silly songs needed to find its way onto the album. In an effort to teach the students on my middle school team about rhythm in poetry, I wrote this little bit of foolishness about a fictional character (so yes, you…

"Time and rivers flow. Time to let go."

My wife woke up one morning and said "I had a dream about (someone we'd just lost) the other night." When I asked her if she was okay, she replied, "Yeah, it was good to see her again."

Some girls have had it far too rough for their very few years. How old were you when you'd seen enough How old were you when your hide got tough Your wounds have scarred Sometimes they still sting Close your eyes and hear her sing

A love song... It's amazing how easy it would've been to miss her... So lucky I didn't.

A quick little tune written in appreciation of a small expression of contentedness. I can see in that little smile You're living for the moment Every once in a little while I catch it No one else could match it You're more than meets the eye

My response to John Denver's "Rocky Mountain High." The first time I dropped my lowest string Was for Rocky Mountain High Last night I caught a flight To see the fire in the sky Where John found twenty-seven Now I'm turning thirty-five…

All right, so one of those silly songs needed to find its way onto the album. In an effort to teach the students on my middle school team about rhythm in poetry, I wrote this little bit of foolishness about a fictional character (so yes, you…

Hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park, the opening melodies to this song found their way into my head... A song of hiking, love, and life... Won't you come with me on the trail?

This year will be my fifth year coaching one of my daughters in tee ball, and although I played ball competitively into my thirties, coaching the kids is easily the most fun I've ever had on the diamond.