Joe was my stepfather, but he was so much more to me than just a substitute dad for when my biological dad wasn’t around. How does one go about writing a tribute story about someone they loved? I guess it’s by sharing my favorite memories of that person. This one is about my stepfather – Joe. Continue reading →
Breakfast, the most important meal of the day; so said Lenna Cooper in 1917. Since then though, that slogan’s been hijacked by the likes of Cap’n Crunch and Fruit Loops. I will say though that when I was raising my boys, breakfast was the ‘most memorable’ meal of the day. Continue reading →
I don’t know what it is about my metabolism but I don’t typically feel hunger pangs, at least not on any type of normal schedule for people who have access to food whenever they want. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I can definitely put away the food. Continue reading →
Yesterday I read that Eminem was celebrating his 10th year being sober. So glad for him and anyone who gets sober! It got me to thinking about addictions and hard-to-break habits in general. Someday I hope to write a story celebrating how I’ve finally kicked my bad nail biting habit….but not today. Today I’m going to tell a tale about inheritance. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it. Continue reading →
I really appreciate the encouragement to continue writing these little excepts from my rusty old memory bank. Honestly, I never…..NEVER expected to be sitting here after having written 200+ real life stories! When I was young, I was a true left-brainer, a real math geek. I mean, seriously – I could prove out a Calculus theorem in nothing flat, but put me into a literature writing class and my palms would get sweaty, my nails chewed off and a few Excedrin downed. So I continue to amaze myself when I get excited about the prospect of writing another new story. Continue reading →
What do I want for Christmas? How ’bout your hand out of my crotch?
Well, at the time of this writing, it is nearing the ultimate season of joy, that time of year of great giving. No, I’m not speaking of tax season. I’m of course talking about Christmas. Continue reading →
I was drafted into the Marines as a child. In fact, me and my two brothers were all in the Marines at the same time; Dad’s Marine Corp! We served at Camp Goodman from 1963 to 1968, at which time we were released to the Prytania Alley Kid’dom. Continue reading →
Well….it has happened. We have an offer on our house. It’s not sold yet. We’ve begun the counter-dance that all buyers and sellers go through so maybe tomorrow, (as I’m writing this), I’ll know if our counter was accepted, (and something tells me that this one will fall through). From there, we’ll have another 12 days for the buyers to walk away from the deal, should they have reason. Regardless, soon we will be leaving beautiful, (albeit costly), California; land of the gold rush. Speaking of gold….
Being alone, without a spouse, has elements of what it might be like to be in prison; I read a lot, I write a lot, I lift a lot of weights, do a lot of aerobics and take lots of cold showers. Thankfully, no one makes me bend over for the soap. Continue reading →