This is my parents in October 1972. My Dad had been married fewer than two years. He’d spent a year in Vietnam, gotten the Distinguished Flying Cross, and made it home unscathed. He had a Corvette and raced motorcycles. He was cool. Til I was born 3 years later and […]
clip # 1: 3-year-old is in front of the camera. Poised. Not phased by her brother’s bellowing or her nose’s itching. She knows the words, even we don’t. clip # 2: while I’m in the bathroom, the 3-year-old has taken my phone and begun filming. She refers to her brother […]
April 19 was my little brother’s birthday. I haven’t talked to him in a couple months, but I tried to reach him every day during the week preceding his birthday to see if he wanted to watch the A-day game together or go out to dinner. He lives about an […]
Today’s my mom’s birthday. She was born in ’46, so she’s pretty old I suppose. Her present was driving my dad back from a hospital in Chattanooga to their home in northern Alabama following some kind of robotic surgery. I guess that’s better than having a birthday on the 23rd […]
Apparently, if you have a blog and sometimes metion your having little creatures in your house that resulted from a druken few minutes in your closet during a party at your house, then you’re supposed to write a post about fatherhood on Father’s Day. At least, that’s what the good […]
