The Visit
The last time I had hugged my Dad was in April 2011. The final Saturday of September…
The last time I had hugged my Dad was in April 2011. The final Saturday of September…
On June 7, 2016, I stood with a phone wedged between my ear and shoulder while…
When I look back to reflect on my past, I learned that I had many justifications…
He’s been dead since I was about 12 years old. I was not fortunate enough to…
“Get y’all asses up!” My dad burst into my and my older brother’s bedroom at 2…
Family on my daddy’s side, call me little Mike – everybody except him. The reason would…
I got married for all the wrong reasons. I know a lot of people say that;…
The death of my Uncle Joe had a profound impact on me. He passed from a…
Rolling up to the small Texas town of Gatesville hits different when you’re not in leg…
To be a teen was in the distance somewhere. I might have been 9, maybe 10.…