They’re not as sweet as an old family heirloom. They aren’t as romantic as Daddy’s first BB gun, or Little League baseball glove. But for me, they are nostalgic. They bring me back to a simpler time in my life. I spent countless hours playing with them in my bedroom, in our basement, in the ...
Hey Buddy, So, we’re coming up on your 13th birthday. Do you believe it? You’re going to be a teenager. Time is flashing by like a race car. I thought we could take a quick pit stop and talk about where we are, how far we’ve come, and our goals and plans for the future. ...
Mr. Bacon tackles a sensitive and difficult topic: Discipline. When is it appropriate? When is it ineffective? There are some basic psychological principles of dog training that are surprisingly applicable. No, I’m not comparing our kids to dogs. Don’t freak out, walk with me a minute and I’ll explain… Podcast: Play in new window | ...
Walk with me, son. This trail is so beautiful. There is so much I want to show you; so much I want to teach you. I can’t wait to get started. You’re tiny. I’ll carry you. It will be O.K. Look at all the trees. The leaves blow and dance in the wind. The one’s ...
Eric had a problem on the school bus today. Mr. and Mrs. Bacon have differing opinions about the best course of action. They do what any healthy 21st Century couple would do: They argue about it online and record the whole thing. 😉 Love to hear your thoughts! Podcast: Play in new window | Download ...
It’s not that I ever dismissed him. In my line of work you often see people at their lowest. I’ve always known he was real. I’ve always known he was dangerous and sneaky and powerful. But, if I ever had a brush with him personally, the meeting was brief and unspectacular. Until he grabbed me. ...
Mr. and Mrs. Bacon speak candidly about recent events, their fears, and their vision for bridging the gap between Law Enforcement and the Autism community. Podcast: Play in new window | Download (Duration: 30:27 — 41.8MB)Subscribe: Apple Podcasts | Email | RSS
The light rippled and waved. It danced: Blue, then white, then blue again. The pattern, the movement: it felt warm. The source of the dance, a small fish tank placed on his nightstand by his parents three months ago to feed his attraction to sea creatures, meant far less to him than the mesmerizing ...
He remembered. He was there in 2011 (he was 7). We had breakfast with the Whinnie the Pooh characters at the Crystal Palace Disney Buffet. My wife thought he would enjoy it again. He didn’t seem overly excited about it, but it was a pleasant breakfast. He fixed himself a plate at the buffet (mostly ...
