Falsely Accused
Since my parents were pathological liars, I have always attempted to tell the truth because I hate to be lied to. Now, everyone tells the little “white lies,” as people Read More …
Category: Memoirs
Fiddling Worms
As a teenager, I spent most of my summers exploring the woods, fields, and bluffs behind our house in Pleasant Hill, Alabama. And most of my time, I searched and Read More …
Early Impressions on my Mind
At an early age, I found nature fascinating. I was probably about four years old when I walked with my father and mother in the woods behind our house in Read More …
The Last Time I Saw My Mother Alive
When a loved one is addicted to drugs, it causes pain for the entire family. Whether the addiction is to illegal drugs or prescription drugs, addiction is addiction. However, the Read More …
R.I.P. Tom Petty
I discovered Tom Petty’s music during the worst part of my first marriage. Yeah, I was late to the show for a lot of reasons, but his ‘Full Moon Fever’ Read More …
2 a.m. Muse
For many years I have awakened around 2 a.m. in the morning. Without an alarm clock, I must add. By instinct, my mind jostles me awake, and I find ideas Read More …
What’s in a Picture?
With time, things change. Goals, dreams, relationships, and reality all change. What we picture early in life and the success we hope to achieve isn’t quite the way we imagined. Read More …
Why I Don’t Hunt
When I was a teenager, my stepfather took me hunting several times. I loved fishing, but hunting? Not so much. Using a shotgun against little animals didn’t seem like much Read More …
The Old Porch Light and Toads
When I was a boy we kept the porch light on during the night. This light attracted night insects, which in turn attracted a small army of toads to feast Read More …
Throwback Thursday: The Old Homestead
The old house we grew up in sets behind my oldest brother, Chris, and myself in this picture. It seems the older I get, the more my mind reflects back Read More …