I don't remember the year, I only remember that I was at UGA. That puts it somewhere between Fall of 1994 and Summer of 1996. The school newspaper, The Red and Black, published a piece from a student. It was either a letter to the editor, or possibly an op-ed. Again, I don't remember exactly. … Continue reading We’ve Come A Long Way, Baby. Sort of….
I have to own it. I haven’t paid much attention to it this year. Which is a little messed up considering it is his last year driving. And that he has been my driver for 18 years now. The reason I started watching NASCAR. The reason I’ve got boxes full of memorabilia (“shit” as … Continue reading Never Like Junior
I've been shocked this week by the #MeToo stories as well as the non-stories. And also the non-disclosures. Because if this many people are disclosing, my mind says three times as many are not. How in the hell did "it" get to be this prominent? This normal? This expected? It is like a pandemic. Only … Continue reading #YouToo?
She says she wants me to write how I feel when I get overcome. I don't think she understands how hard it is to deal with me when I get overcome though. It is crippling. It is hard to function or even breathe. Harder to put to words. I don't like to feel like this, … Continue reading An Unwanted Double Shot
To anyone that knew the two of us, we could not have been any more opposite. As kids, she played with dolls and loved dressing up and wearing makeup. I swung from trees and played with balls in the dirt. As teenagers, she caused absolutely no family drama and I created and caused enough for … Continue reading “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” —Ernest Hemingway
That entire evening is a blur to me. My last detailed memory was us sitting in the waiting room. We were listening to the girl behind us dry heave into the barf bag they graciously provided her. Some children on the other side of the room arguing over a toy fire truck. A man came … Continue reading So, we will just roll on with this too. Like we do.
I just read a great article in the Wall Street Journal about NASCAR’s declining popularity and revenue. I've been a fan since Dale Jr's rookie Cup season. Not by coincidence. Since that time the sport's popularity has declined steadily. After Matt Kenseth cruised around in circles in 2003 and won a title after winning one … Continue reading My Two Cents On NASCAR
Sally Bradshaw lives in the small North Florida county that I grew up in. It’s an agricultural community, where many still meet for coffee in the early mornings, attend church on the regular, make casseroles when there is a death nearby, and actually attend family reunions. So it’s no surprise that a lot of the … Continue reading A Few Good Men(forgot what they stood for)
It's been seventeen days since the Pulse shooting and I still do not know what to say about it. I have much to say. I have many thoughts. I have many opinions. I have much anger, rage, bitterness, and sadness. Most people have a vision of "us" as a very passive, accepting, non-judging, easy-going lot. … Continue reading My Pulse Is Still Racing
The last six months of my life have been nothing if not chaotic. I ended a 13 ½ year relationship, began living alone for the first time in the same amount of time, realized some harsh truths about myself and my own shortcomings regarding relationships and codependency, and spent a lot of time sitting in … Continue reading I’ve Done Some Things Right. Some.