“Son, get behind me.”
Roads live in me. The thought of moving just to pursue ‘greener pastures’ (maybe finding some kind of…
In Jr. High and High School, Bonnie Perryman was my 2nd Mom.
I was all alone, deep in the countryside at Slippery Falls, just northwest of Tishomingo, Oklahoma. Chigger bites covered my…
I grow weary of saying these goodbyes.
And shards of lightning tore the skin of my back…
Shoved in the back.
Punched in the gut.
You can have A LOT of money and still be poor.
Your life is full of them, the times you are transitioning from one phase to another.
“Hello?”