Villains of the Stories We Tell

My aunt died and was buried the week of my 12th birthday. My mom's oldest sister. My parents didn't want to mess with my day and moved her burial so it wouldn't fall on my day. Give me some kind of normalcy. That was always something I remembered, something I never wanted to forget. I... Continue Reading →

You didn’t have brain surgery…Road Talk

I had a funny conversation the other day. This person is a whole box of worms, and in many cases, I've gotten him a little wrong over the years. Ahhh... I admit it, I may have been....wrong...about something...maybe...about him...a little bit...maybe. 😄 I was helping get some things for a project he's doing for my... Continue Reading →

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