It wasn’t until college that I realized it was kind of strange to hate your parents. I didn’t understand the students who were homesick. Even after a year of being exposed to people who spoke fondly about their parents, I couldn’t fully absorb the idea of...
My parents gave me one great gift. They never said a racist word. Not one. I didn’t realize until I was older just how rare this was. The only time there was even a hint of something being said, was after my dad retired. He began listening to Rush Limbaugh. We were...
My brother is at peace. He died, from natural causes, at the age of 58, on this past Christmas Day. He, along with our parents, is finally at peace. I can’t tell you the strange euphoria I feel writing those words. My childhood dream, wish and hope has come true....
This isn’t my first Christmas of doing the bare minimum. I have been working on this for a few years, and I suppose one of these years it won’t feel so uncomfortable. It’s a little strange to not be all jacked up right now, hurrying here and there, making lists for my...
