Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Excuse me, do I know you? I vaguely remember your face We were friends once, the very best friends We were tight, so very close Secrets were shared, tears cried, belly laughs burned and drunken nights felt never ending Even faded rock star blue jeans with holes in the knees Read more
Part 3 of a 3 part series. After interviewing my mother, reading through the archives of my memoirs, taking note of the dark memories that quietly play in the back of my mind like an old French noir film, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve hit a plateau, with Read more
we speak every six months or so my sister who moved away from me or me from her over time husband’s interests pulling us from hope to love close to loosely tied she is excited about a coloring book of fashion the latest rage suggested passing it to my granddaughter Read more
Have I been good enough, Mother? Oh how I miss the days when your skin was smooth, and bronzed How your smile beamed when you saw my little face Remember when you let me stay up late, way, way past bedtime To watch scary movies curled up on the cozy Read more
“Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself…” ―C.S. Lewis I am not a Facebook person. I am not comfortable sharing as much personal information about myself as some people do. I tire of the Read more
When I hear the term passive-aggressive, I immediately think of my wife. Don’t get me wrong; she’s not callous, cruel or confrontational by any means. However, if you piss her off, she certainly won’t ignore it – she’ll retaliate. Although she won’t whoop you upside yo head (as she is Read more
“We’re not even friends anymore” The two-faced bitch, says, and I’m not sure who exactly she means. I am certainly trying, so hard, to stay friends with her, even when I can feel her bad decisions crushing down on me. She has yet to realize that you are who you Read more
Read Part 1 here. Part 2 of a 3 part series In an attempt to understand my mother a little better, I asked her a couple of questions that remained unanswered to myself. My mother has come so far in life, but she appears to be stuck. I want to Read more