On this day in 1965...
As a kid, my father was an imposing figure couple that with his hot-headedness, and he instilled overwhelming fear. My parents divorced each other years ago; some of my siblings took sides. My father has spent years following the divorce living in regret. Those who sided with my mother have worked to exact vengeance on … Continue reading Buried Alive
As a teenager, I took jobs from warehouse/truck loading to fast-food. During that time, my mother took a portion of the money I earned and put it in an envelope. She told me it was to help me save for a rainy day. I made the minimum wage, which wasn't much money in the mid-1980s. … Continue reading Saving Plan
When I was twelve years old, my parents took my brothers and me shopping for new sneakers. I remember finding black canvas Converse Chuck Taylors. My father asked me whether I was sure those were the shoes I wanted. I responded with an emphatic, "yes." These were my first pair of name brand shoes. We … Continue reading New Shoes
The Mother’s Day Experience
"Happy Mother's Day and Happy Birthday"
Gentle rain Falling softly To the ground; Nature’s tears Washing its wounds. Father Time Writes his last words; Recounting his mistakes Repeated From his predecessor. Looking at Mother Nature, Sorrow in his eyes, His last two words “Forgive Me”. His last embrace Becomes vapors, Fading Into the distance Forever.
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