I have a plastic backbone on my desk. It is there to remind me to have one.
I’m trying to remember turning 21. It was 1995. The Google gods say it was a Tuesday. I’m sure I didn’t do much different that Tuesday than I’d done any other previous Tuesday. One of the things I did not do, was homework. I am sure of that. Google says it was the day that … Continue reading Happy Birthday
It’s always been weird to me how being in certain places can bring back feelings that I’d long thought were pushed aside and forgotten. I always think that, but the places always prove me wrong. Time and time again. My counselor (God bless her) recently moved to a new office. It’s nice and big and … Continue reading THE POND
Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay. - The Boss I couldn't find a clever introduction for this, so I'll just begin. In the past week, I've been figuratively kicked in the gut on several occasions, by strangers, and reduced to silence. For me, … Continue reading I’ll Stay. Still.
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.