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A Locked Door…

April 24, 2013


A leaky tire on the minivan made Lennon and I late this morning, my son for school, myself for work. After creeping to a convenience store (Why did we stop calling them gas stations? It’s such a better term, gas station sounds so solid, accurate, true. Convenience store, what does that even mean? ‘Hi, I’d […]

Ten Years Ago Today…

March 26, 2013


Ten years ago on this day my father died. And for the first time in nine years I forgot. He wasn’t my biological father but he was my legal father. He was my grandfather and he adopted me when I was 7 years old. I never called him dad (that was reserved for my step-dad), […]

Un-Chunking The Dixie Chicks

March 19, 2013


The Iraq War officially started on March 19th, 2003, the conflict that began ten years ago today was only one week old when my father died. On March 10th 2003 the Dixie Chicks, a wildly-popular Texas trio found themselves in the middle of a nightmare after lead singer Natalie Maines said to a London concert crowd, “We […]

Quit playin so dang loud willya?

October 21, 2010


    Why are toys so dang loud? It seems like everything my son loves to play with needs a decibel safety rating. The latest things making me jump out of my skin; a toy police car and police helicopter. The sirens and lights on these toys make me feel as if life has become […]