Growing up

Baby, Growing up

“summer clearance” is supposed to mean a bargain, not my daughter’s stage name

I’m worried my little girl wants to be stripper.  Every day, I crawl across 9 miles of middle fingers and ineptitude (usually 45-60 minutes), pull into the garage, carry my laptop and “homework” upstairs, open the door, and walk in to find bare girl parts. Sometimes, they’re complemented with the […]

Growing up

why i’ll never again drive my car on a BMX track

It was Friday, March 13, 1992, and Chad and I had 30 minutes to kill before Trey would clock out at Kroger.  Next door lay Drakes Creek park, where I used to ride my blue Mongoose over the BMX track a few years prior.  I looked at that chunk of […]

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