There were times I literally lived in fear of my dad. At the time, it wasn’t fun, and it darn sure wasn’t funny, but now, looking back, some of the things that took place were a bit humorous in a terrifying sort of way. This is one of them: Read the rest of this entry »
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I wanted to post something light-hearted today; thought about spring and how happy everyone is to see it, then thought, “Easter!” A subject that should put a smile on most everyone’s face for a multitude of reasons, many of which you will find in this little ditty I’ve composed. Have a blessed Easter everyone! Read the rest of this entry »
I strongly believe we are products of our surroundings and, unfortunately, when we are young our surroundings cannot be of our own choosing. We are born into the time we are born into, to those we are born to, and if we’re lucky… well, we’re just lucky. The thing is, we don’t have to carry the bad stuff from our past with us, and the sooner we realize this simple truth, the sooner we will become the person we can be. Countless times I have said, “I wish I’d known then, what I know now.” Now… I’m just glad I know it now. Read the rest of this entry »
I wrote this poem/song in 1996 when Tracey was moving out—leaving the nest—for what we knew would probably be the final time. It’s written from a mother’s perspective. It made its way around the Internet for a few years—maybe it still gets around some—and we know of instances, and have been told of others, when it has been recited by tearful mother’s at weddings. A friend of mine sang it at Tracey’s wedding.
This is my reply to an email I received this morning from my son, Bill. If you haven’t read his email yet, you need to do so before reading my reply (otherwise, this won’t make a lick of sense.) Click here –> “A Sad Day” <– to read Bill’s email. Read the rest of this entry »
I received the following email from my son, Bill, this morning. While it is sad, it also displays courage and fortitude that make me proud. (You might need some tissues.) Read the rest of this entry »
Stu wants us to write about rebellion today, and that should be easy for me, seeing as how I wrote the dang book! But instead of writing a new poem, I’m going to post one of my old ones that kind of explains what brought out the rebel in me. A lot of mixed signals and rules did the trick. Read the rest of this entry »