We took down the Christmas decorations this weekend. It was something I dragged my feet on a little. I’m not one of those people who can’t wait to rip it all down by December 26th. I like to draw good-feelings out. I have friends, completely lacking...
We both have old eyes, eyes that have seen too much. Sad brown eyes that glint with golden flecks – when the sun hits them just right. And, our hair. God, do we have great hair. Child, you’re the spittin’ image of your daddy. I tell you what...
I am almost sixty years old. The idea of that number seriously blows my mind – you know that delusional mind which still thinks I’m in my thirties, until I take a really close look at myself in my 10x magnified mirror. Woah! Talk about a reality...
When I got up this morning I felt exactly the same. No sudden burst of newfound energy. No completely revolutionized children that no longer wake me up by fighting in the hall. I wasn’t suddenly more Jennifer Aniston, and less Rodney Dangerfield. It...
I rested my hands on the sink and allowed the coolness of the porcelain to twirl up my arms. I reared back and thrust my face within an inch of the toothpaste splattered mirror. I examined what I saw. I had been spared the teenage of curse of angry...