Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
It has been 13 years since my Father died. His birthday fell on the same weekend as Father’s Day. I try to avoid everything Hallmark about this weekend because I still miss my father so deeply. We were always close and shared a symbiotic bond he never had with my Read more
I have been fortunate lately. Really fortunate. A wake-up call came, and I was called back home. Back to my parent’s nest of protection. Whenever I travel back home, I travel back in time. It is impossible not too. Home is where my heart is, it is also where our Read more
I used to read my horoscope occasionally just for fun, but I didn’t put much stock in it. In fact, I was skeptical of anything I considered to border on divination or the occult. Sure, as a teen, there were slumber parties with séances and Ouija boards, but I never Read more
I can hear sanguine words with every beep, whoosh, expansion, and dink dink the vital sign machine makes. I see the other families clinging to them for dear life, as the used tissues gather into moist mounds in the trash bin.
To My Son, You came into our lives that January day, all wrinkled and full of hope. You smiled, laughed and took in your world. Sight by sight, memory by memory. You went from crawling one week to walking the next. You learned, grew and thrived. You were full of Read more
It’s no secret that I’m married to a slob. Thankfully, my wife realizes this, admits to it, and (proudly) owns it. I knew this fact going in, so it wasn’t a surprise when we got married. Because I’m anti-slob. I began to work on my master plan of manipulation to Read more
“An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast will wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.” Unknown Friends. How many do you have? Are you a busy socialite, with reams of numbers that are on speed dial Read more
“You were protective.” It wasn’t a thank you; it was an accusation. He was pissed. Yes, my seventeen-year-old son can be a little shit. Fortunately, I have read the psychology on pubescent boys and needing to distance themselves from their mothers as they become men, so I let him live. Read more