Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
My mother’s hair was high in the sixties, beehive style. A social climber, she secured invitations to every ritzy Reagan-Republican-Beverly-Hills-circle-of-influence affair. Hearing about a party to which she had not been invited, she’d find a way to run into the host at the market or feign a reason to call. Read more
As I sit here six months pregnant, I ponder about my life and what my existence has become. So many women have told me how beautiful the gift of life is, and “just wait until you look at your baby for the first time,” how magical it will be. It’s Read more
Baby, where you going? Baby, you don’t know a thing. You don’t know the ways of the world, Stop saying such words Stop saying “cock” Stop saying “fuck” Why’s everything you say have to be a dirty joke? Stop wearing all those opinions on your sleeve, A heart is safer 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
“…a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” – Ephesians 5:31 “Sometimes, a man still needs his mom.” – Dave Pacailler, November 2016 At 81 years old, my mother is the epitome of old-school tradition. She goes Read more
“But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.” ―Mitch Albom, For One More Day 1. One of my first memories of my mother is her French braiding my hair while I sat on our kitchen stool. Unfortunately, this was class picture day Read more
