Wicker Pineapples.

Last night I went to Target and another store to get some things that I needed to prepare for the move I discussed in my last...

Time

My mother loved when I would publish new blog entries. It was her chance to be a little closer to her son who didn’t visit...

Coping.

It’s hard to know what to write about after your mother dies. I don’t want to write about having good days because I worry...

August 30th, 2013

Last night, as I sat in my living room I heard the squeal of my mothers favorite fireworks echoing over Cheney Stadium. I was at work...

Rain

It’s raining. The misty stuff that makes you and everything you’re wearing feel dirty as it turns the dust in the air into mud....

Come Backs

I once tried to make a commitment to blogging multiple times a week—a month later I quit blogging, pretty much left twitter, and secluded myself...