Paul Jenkins

Category - Family

“The Show”

I wrote this song when my twin sons, Will and Parker, were 4 in an attempt to try to capture what I thought parenting would be like. 15 years later, as they walked across the stage graduating from high school as members of the Class of 2017, I realize how spot on it was. Time flies, so don’t waste one second of the show!

The view from further down the road

12 years ago, Black Friday took on a whole new meaning for me, one that has nothing to do with shopping, because 12 years ago – on the day after Thanksgiving – my mom had a brain aneurysm which led to her passing (and my brother’s just 20 days later) and I found myself on a road that I’d hoped I would never have to travel. It’s a road that many of my friends have walked, too. Maybe even you. It’s a dark road where the streetlights are broken and “the...

That moment on I-77 South when God taught me an unforgettable lesson

Of all the things that I thought I’d think this Christmas, the most surprising thought happened as we were traveling southbound on I-77 somewhere past Ridgeway and somewhere before Blythewood on our way to Columbia, SC. That’s when I woke up and realized that I’d nodded off.  Maybe it was for a few seconds or a few miles, but there was definitely a moment that my eyes were not on the road!  The first thing I thought when I woke up was, “Thank God, I’m not...

The view from where I stand

If I had a nickel for every commercial I’ve seen or heard about why I need to buy gold to prepare for some coming economic meltdown, I’d have a lot more money to lose in said meltdown.  If I wanted to sell a lot of books, all I’d have to do is call it something like “7 reasons why America is going to hell in the next 7 years” and it would sell faster than the nickels coming in from the meltdown infomercials. Why?  One simple reason: fear sells. If I can scare you...

You’ll probably play Christmas music after you read this

My kids and I have stumbled onto some sort of crazy tradition.  We didn’t plan on it and we didn’t prepare for it, and it all started one morning when all of us piled into the Taurus to head to school. I made sure my iPhone was connected to the bluetooth adapter and then I handed my daughter the phone and said, “Here.  You’re the DJ.” It being in the later months of the year, she played Christmas music because, well, we LOVE Christmas music.  We sang.  They danced...