Ma,
It’s Mother’s Day. And your birthday is next week. It’s that time of the year when you stay on my mind a lot. Your ears must be burning. It’s been fifteen years since you moved on. I have no idea what goes on in the afterlife. If there is a heaven, then I’ll bet you’re [...]
“M” is for May. And for Mother. And for the many things she gave you.
I tend to think about my mother a lot more than usual during the month of May. Mother’s Day is always the second Sunday in May. May just happens to be the month of my mother’s birth. It’s also [...]
We all have things that either we can’t do well or do at all. Nobody is good at everything. Still we can’t help but feel inadequate at times. Maybe you can’t dance. Maybe you don’t have a green thumb. Maybe you’re not a good public speaker. I’m not good at any of those things. But, [...]
36 days, 16 hours and 20 minutes
...until the fat lady sings
Just a thirty-two year-old Tennessee mountain man, taking it one day at a time.
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