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How many times in your life have you heard the words "precious baby"?

Most of us will expect to hear and see these words a lot during the Christmas season to refere to the Baby Jesus. But "precious" is something we say automatically, unthinkingly, about babies.

I've been thinking about children who might find the words "precious baby" to be wounding or unsettling. Life does not universally treat babies as precious. The disparity between those words and the realities of many children can be so… Continue

To most of you, this is February 24, but to me, this is "My Barry Manniversary." It was on this day back in 1978 when I became a fan.

I had heard Barry on the radio from time to time back in the early '70s, usually "Mandy" or "It's a Miracle." I thought "oh, it's nice," but I didn't think any more of it. Until one cold February night....

If you saw a previous blog about when I almost (horrors!) gave Barry up, you will remember that the jerk (I can't think of a better word other than "loser cre… Continue

First, please let me begin by saying that I have enjoyed being here. I have also enjoyed reading about all of you who have met Barry, whether it be at a Platinum, singing "CSWY" or even through a chance encounter.

I have listened to Barry for almost 31 years, more than half my life. I have seen him live 10 times. Naturally, my desire was someday to meet him, if only to say "thank you", if only for a moment. As time went on, I knew that it would happen in one of two ways: if I would have a life-… Continue

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1930's, 40's, '50's, 60's and 70's!!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate bleu cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with brightly colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmet… Continue

This is my first-ever attempt at poetry -- the words come straight from the heart.

For Jessica

I wish I could stand at your grave,
But I live so far away.
I would come and talk to you
Each and every day.

Through spring rain and summer sunshine
Autumn leaves, winter cold and snow
No matter what, I would be there
I just want you to know....

I am so sorry, dear Jessica
For what I said and did that day.
I thought only of myself and not you
On that cold November day.

Why, oh why, dear Jes… Continue