Life

The Struggle

March 24, 2017 // 26 Comments

Being a parent is hard. At least, it is if you actually care about your children. It involves making tough decisions. It strains your patience. It cripples your style. Being [...]

Runaway Train

October 29, 2016 // 42 Comments

If we were having coffee you might raise an eyebrow at my SoCo and Coke. “I thought we were having coffee?” you might ask. To which I’d reply, “Coffee [...]

Make Mine an Irish

August 21, 2016 // 23 Comments

If we were having coffee I’d take my steaming hot cup o’ joe and apply a liberal dose of Bailey’s. It’s been that kind of week. If we were having [...]

I’m Not Okay

May 7, 2016 // 58 Comments

If we were having coffee I’d have to get a few things in order first. I’d have to grab my favorite hazelnut creamer and dump a generous helping into my steaming [...]

It Was Worth It

November 10, 2015 // 14 Comments

I was done. I didn’t want any more children, but there you were telling me, six months into our relationship, that you wanted to be a mother. In hindsight it [...]

The Cost of Being Myself

November 5, 2015 // 29 Comments

Who remembers MySpace? I do, but barely. Who remembers the asinine quizzes that used to make their way around? And the surveys you used to post for your friends to answer? [...]

Run Like Ya Itch, Fool!

November 3, 2015 // 20 Comments

My brother and I like to throw random movie quotes into our conversations. I’m not sure how that came to be, but it is an undeniable fact. Often when we converse others [...]

Why I’m Angry

November 2, 2015 // 60 Comments

I knew all along that this ending was a likely probability. We’ve tried and failed so many times. I’m not sure I would say it wasn’t worth the try. I longed [...]

Every Day is Halloween

October 25, 2015 // 21 Comments

Every October 31st millions of us dress up in costumes, make-up, or masks and pretend to be someone or something else. Most of us think it’s fun to pretend to be [...]

A Cavalier Goodbye

August 8, 2015 // 46 Comments

My longest relationship, aside from those I’m immediately related to, hasn’t been with a woman or a friend (or even a man), it’s been with a vehicle. My [...]