My brother sent me his three-year-old son’s first music video. Less than two minutes in length, the video captures the little dude wildly strumming and twirling a green broom, while singing three words over and over, “Sing my song, sing my song, sing my song.” While the lyrics could use some work, he utilizes his … Continue reading Day #6 of Wild and Exciting Little Things: More than just air guitar
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Is This Seat Taken?
I cannot remember the last time I flew on a commercial flight. Yes, we flew to Atlanta for the 2013 Final Four, but that was a chartered plane filled with Shocker fans and while we had to go through security, we were all so high on the tournament ride I couldn’t tell you if I … Continue reading Is This Seat Taken?
If this is what hell feels like, I better get to church
If one more person says "the devil called, he wants his weather back," I'm going to scream. And scream. Or maybe cry. As a person who loathes summer, this has been absolute torture for me. I don't like heat. I don't like sweat. I don't like exposed feet. I don't like exposed body parts, especially … Continue reading If this is what hell feels like, I better get to church
If this is what hell feels like, I better get to church
If one more person says "the devil called, he wants his weather back," I'm going to scream. And scream. Or maybe cry. As a person who loathes summer, this has been absolute torture for me. I don't like heat. I don't like sweat. I don't like exposed feet. I don't like exposed body parts, especially … Continue reading If this is what hell feels like, I better get to church
Our compadre and icon: Cirilo Arteaga
Compadre: close friend, associate or companion; Spanish: joint father, godfather, friend; medieval latin: compater=with+father Our community has lost an incredible man. Cirilo Arteaga was the compadre of many, a community activist, a keeper of stories, and the voice of the Mexican American community in Wichita. He knew our history, he knew our stories, and he shared our … Continue reading Our compadre and icon: Cirilo Arteaga
Good times, bad times
Let's begin with good times. Just days after I posted about the loss of Biddy Basketball to our Wichita community, an anonymous donor stepped in to save the program, at least for one more year. Hopefully, this will give the program time to find true leadership, make changes to enhance the program, while still giving young people … Continue reading Good times, bad times
The end of Biddy Basketball in Wichita
I couldn't believe the headline or the news release. While I haven't attended a Biddy Basketball game in years, I always assumed children would have the opportunity to be introduced to basketball and able to play the game through the Salvation Army's Biddy Basketball program. After all, my little brother and a hundred of my … Continue reading The end of Biddy Basketball in Wichita
A little reminder
Actually, quite a few good-sized reminders. Just when we began to envision the trees blooming with fall colors, feel a hint of crisp air at night, prepare for the chill of autumn evenings and mornings...Mother Nature decided to slap us with a little reminder. She rules this earth. She is the Mother. And don't forget … Continue reading A little reminder
A place where there isn’t any trouble
That is what Dorothy asked of Toto in her black and white Kansas. She was searching for the perfect place, beyond the moon, beyond the rain. When I was eighteen, I thought such a place existed. A place outside of Kansas. Born and raised in Wichita, I was the typical teen, always searching, always dreaming, … Continue reading A place where there isn’t any trouble
Mermaid of the Plains 