Archive for the 'growing up tony' Category

Ghost of Thanksgiving Past

Thursday, November 22nd, 2007

Fifteen Thanksgivings ago, I found out my father was dead.
Actually, it was the day after Thanksgiving and an icy snow was falling. It’s rare to get much snow in Tennessee before January, but other than the snow and the holiday, it was any other Friday night.
I was seventeen and had been living in the [...]

My First Love Affair

Sunday, May 13th, 2007

My first love affair was with a woman. She would let me sleep with my head close to her breast. She would grab me by my ears, brush her nose against mine, and give me butterfly kisses. And when she did, she would hum or sing one of my favorite tunes.
My mother [...]

Monday Mailbox #2

Monday, January 8th, 2007

This week’s Monday Mailbox question:
Dear Tony, “What was your biggest fear as a boy, and are you still frightened of it?”
My friend “J” has many times said to me, “You aren’t scared of anything.”
And he’s sort of correct. I would probably do alright on a show like Fear Factor, except the show seems to require [...]

Sire

Sunday, June 18th, 2006

Today is Father’s Day. I know that because I saw a sale flyer in the newspaper pullouts the other day. Father’s Day generally goes right by me. I guess I could use the excuse that I haven’t had a father almost as many years as I did have one before he passed. But considering my [...]

To Grandmother’s House We Go

Wednesday, November 30th, 2005

I had wanted to write something nice for Thanksgiving last week.. Something all warm and fuzzy about the holidays of my childhood, bringing back the memories of frosty mornings and the smell of spice in the air. I’m sure there were some of those greeting card moments back then, but from some reason they just [...]

Typing With Hal

Thursday, September 29th, 2005

It won’t be a surprise to any of you who read this blog to find out that I don’t type well. Or maybe you just don’t think I can spell very well. Actually I really am good at spelling. I was always one of the best in school. I think it’s mostly because I have [...]

15,768,000 Minutes

Thursday, June 30th, 2005

How do you measure the years in your life?
I woke up this morning to find myself no longer in my 20’s. Good morning yesterday. I sat up in bed, buck naked, but I pulled the sheet up around my waist to cover my legs. It’s weird how I will do that. As if someone is [...]