Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I’m fortunate enough to call myself Father to two kids. I’m sure at times, they’ve had other words to call me, and probably well deserved. I did hope for fatherhood perfection, but I don’t think I came close to the mark. I wanted to be the ideal father. I knew Read more
Dating married men, guys with serious girlfriends – I’ve been the piece on the side more than a few times over the years and ended up in a series of side relationships (and a long-lasting love triangle/ rectangle thing) that eventually led me to marry my husband, and then starting Read more
The last thing she wanted was to be in just another pretty box house in a small town sand box in the yard Joined the army World War II Driver of Ike I’m told Loved to drive mediation on the move unattached independent Grandma’s happy because she’s going away The Read more
I danced with the wind last night watched bits of gold in the sky saw the leaves reflect purple in the pond sat in a tree and screeched with the owls watched slumbering children grimace as visions of ogres beset their dreams felt the bulbs beneath the earth struggle to Read more
My mother she ate me, my mother she left me. She gave me complexes and stresses, ribbons and dresses. Some of my favorite things. I’ve got neurons overflowing with guilt, electrons drowning in fear I’ve got a closetful of hand-me-downs and a bank account with hard-earned money to afford to Read more
As the eldest in a large family, I grew up taking care of others. Watching my younger siblings, I learned to develop a sixth sense; I reserved a part of my attention to wander on that periphery where something might flare up among any one of them, at any time. Read more
My daughter came into this world, in silence. My daughter taught me how to give, in silence. My daughter taught me how to love, in silence. You see, at the age of 8, I survived the Rwandan Genocide. Close to a million people died in a short period of 3 Read more
My mom claims that when we were young, she would occasionally go into her bedroom with a book, lock the door behind her and leave my dad in charge of us on those days when, as she said, “I thought I would lose my mind.” I’d often heard my mom Read more