Arnel Pineda grew up in an impoverished neighborhood in Manilla in the Philippines. His mother died when he was 13 leaving him homeless. He earned money for food by collecting bottles, cans and newspapers and selling them to recyclers. Despite living in poverty Arnel had a gift; he could sing. Putting his gift to work…

I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band Givin' hugs and shakin' hands It's a mystery, I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows And there will be a light after dark Someday when we aren't six feet apart…

After 5 years and +170 episodes of podcasting about cancer I was tired. Tired of listening and talking about cancer while dealing with my own (I've lost count how many) recurrence earlier this year. Creating each show was like the old “time to make the donuts” commercial. And then, a few weeks ago I broke…