There is a scene that is burned in my mind since I caught it like a shooting start way back in middle school on a lonely Monday afternoon. Dad was at work and mom was running my sister on an errand so I sat alone watching whatever movie was playing on TNT at the time. …
I briefly dated a girl in college who had this interesting trait she would apply when reading books. She would circle the word love every time it made an occurrence. It is not that strange of a practice except for the small but consistent fact that she would always circle the word “love” no matter …
“Today, I will not stress about things I cannot control.” My wife calls it “sidewalk journaling.” It is when the college students write quotes, music lyrics, and inspirational ideas or pictures on the sidewalk around our neighborhood. This is what you encounter when you live in the backyard of a private University. there is something …
here we go again. I am writing again and and again.
