It was 109 in Texas and something about the heat reminded me what it felt like to shovel dirt into and onto my father's …
When Adults Have Nightmares
I thought about writing again about the Buck Eye story and some other similar tales but I have to clear my head of something …
In My Father’s House
Tomorrow I'll stand graveside and consider how I ended up there five years to the day since my father's funeral. Stand there and …
Who Do You Look Like
It is a little more than a year since I last saw mom and I make sure to bend my head so that she can wrap her arms around me. We …