I Dropped The “F”Bomb

I don’t know why, but for some reason the memory of dropping an “F” bomb in front of Mom is something I’ll never forget. I think I was about 29 years old, and while it was not unusual for cuss words in our family gatherings...most of those consisted mostly of damn and shit.Let me start …

Mom, I Wrecked Your Car

The year was probably 1972, at least I think it was about then. I had my own car at the time, it was a 4 door 1965 Ford Fairlane. It was pretty basic "old man's" car that I'd love to have back in my possession right now, but back then it just wasn't "cool". But …

A Memorial and a Celebration

Today is bittersweet. It was 30 years ago today that my Nephew Zack was born into this world in Blytheville, AR. So today, we celebrate his birthday. Ironically, his birth date just happened to be the same date as the day our Mom passed 5 years ago. It has always been a balance between celebrating …

We Always Need Our Mom

I worked in healthcare for more than 40 years. I was a lab tech and although the last 20 years I worked as either a manager or supervisor the one thing I did to maintain patient contact (I always loved talking with patients) was to draw blood from patients very early in the morning on …

Why Do Old Men Cry?

Why Old Men Cry? Hell, I don't know. My Dad would get all teary eyed whenever he said goodbye to us after a visit...especially when he lived far away, but he always had tears in his eyes and always tell us he loved us (talking about my brothers and I). But in reality, he was …