Coach, Thank you. Thank you for all of it, all the memories, all the talks, all the screaming and yelling. All the love. Thank you for taking this small boy and making him feel bigger than I have ever felt. For taking all of us small boys and making us better than we could have … More Miner Fight Never Dies
The words are truly not there to say the things that need to be said. I am not here to offer thoughts and prayers. To hell with that. That is all you are hearing now, and that is all you will be hearing for the days to come. Thoughts and prayers are an easy out, … More Dear Uvalde
I could hear the twisting of the door knob by a small hand opening up the bedroom door. Then the sound of small feet walking down the hall toward me caused me to look up just in time to see a small shirtless little boy rubbing his eyes. “It’s way too early for you to … More Ghosts
The suit was well made, well tailored and worn well. The man inside the suit, was also well made, or he probably wouldn’t be wearing this type of suit on a Saturday morning. He was different from the other men that would be wearing such a suit on such a beautiful morning. The others would … More Scenes from a coffee shop
Two years ago. That’s it, two years ago this week, spring break, was the last normal week we had. It’s hard to believe, but we never went back to school after that week. We had to home school, we had to figure things out. We had to make do. Two years ago we changed. A … More Two Years Ago
Dear Reader, Happy Valentine’s Day!! Whether you have a cute little lovely to call your own or not, this love letter is for you! First off, thank you so much for all the time you have spent reading this silly little blog. Oh, this is your first time? I suggest you get on it and … More Happy Valentine’s Day
It’s 8:30pm, and I am forehead to forehead with an eight year old boy that thinks he should still be up watching a basketball game. It is a Monday night, and he has school tomorrow, and he thinks that he has the right to stay up as long as he possible can. He would be … More Dream a little dream
The first time I met Mr. G, he was wearing a light blue, short sleeved fishing shirt that he wore as a dress shirt. The shirt was neatly tucked into his dark denim jeans and he was wearing a pair of old Brooks’ Ghost running shoes, worn our not because he was a runner, but … More The Price of Being Human
Happy New Year!! I really wanted to end the year with a review of the many wonderful and exciting things I have done or experienced over the past 365 crazy days. I had a list of books I had read, movies I had watched, places I have traveled and new experiences that I was part … More Life 3.0
The girl was like the old blues tune being played in the background of the little coffee shop, beautiful in its delivery, but sad in its meaning. She wore denim pants and a plaid shirt, fitting for the cool weather that was outside the shop, but her face…her face was sad, much more sad than … More Humans being humans
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