It’s that holiday again. Every holiday seems to come with issues, right? New Year’s Day has its resolutions and people who mock resolutions. It makes Facebook hit us with the-year-in-review, which for some folks is more of a reminder-of-heartache-loss-and failure. Thanks, FB! Valentine’s Day makes some lovers happy, makes some lovers guilty (gifts? argh!), and … Continue reading
I visited my dad in August. We were sitting around a table with friends when I shared a memory of my childhood. This memory was of a key moment in my childhood and I’d shared it with many people over the years, but I’d never related it in front of my dad before. I don’t … Continue reading
Fall gives me energy. Maybe it’s all those years starting school in the fall, going to the store to buy new notebooks and folders that made me feel like everything was beginning all over again. My dad wasn’t one to take me shopping much. He was a single dad and so shopping for my shoes, … Continue reading
The summer season here in the northern hemisphere is winding down. Are you a summer sort of person? I’m not really. I prefer fall, the crisp change in the air (although still a ways off yet in Texas) and the fun of Halloween. How far away from your hometown do you live? Have you left … Continue reading
I’ve been trying to work on a poem for my mom, but I am insecure about my poetry. After my mom left my dad, she started writing poems. Maybe she wrote them before that, but I have no proof. What I have is a journal filled with poems dated 1975 or 1976. My mom inscribed … Continue reading
Every decade has its personality, right? Although it’s tricky because it isn’t as if everything changes on January 1st of that zero year. When exactly did the ’80s become THE ’80s? What historical events mark the period? The election of Reagan perhaps? The beginning of MTV? I graduated in 1986, the year Ferris Bueller skipped … Continue reading
What story changed your life? Maybe that’s too dramatic? Well, what story shaped or moved your opinions one way another? My parents didn’t tell me often how or what to think. “It’s up to you,” they said. How did my mother vote? I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me. “You have to decide for yourself,” … Continue reading
