A very literal illustration of how life on earth–or in eternity–is merely a breath away.

My mother had a lifelong hero–a vivacious musician from just up the road from us in Macon, GA. The undisputed architect of rock-n-roll and the self-described “Beauty on Duty:” I’m talking about Little Richard–Little Richard Penniman. Mama was 13 when her church members flung her forbidden Little Richard records into a bonfire. She never forgave them for it.

The nicer folks would always describe my dog Benji this way: “He’s so ugly he is cute.” That’s the Southern way of saying your dog is bad ugly. 

The reading with the psychic medium did not go as expected--for either one of us. 

I was 40 before I could say this word without coughing it up like a furball. 

You will NOT believe what happened in the ladies' room that day. But you're going to laugh when you hear what did. Be ready.

Science confirms something many of us suspected: the secret to a happy life has nothing to do with wealth or privilege or an easy life.

Think of the sounds in your life that have made a deep, deep imprint. I was blown away when I recently heard such a sound--a sound that transported me back to my 10-year-old self.

You hear stories of folks finding priceless works of art or other items of immense value at yard sales and thrift stores. But THIS find couldn't have been better or more shocking.

How a car wreck on a rainy morning led to the panicked question, "Where's Grandma?!"