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Me and My Dad, so much Alike, but so Different Part One

It’s funny thinking about it now

November 5, 1994, my dad, uncle, and I had returned home from my mom’s funeral, “ what am I going to do now.” I thought as I looked at my dad.

I knew the situation was unhealthy, but I didn’t know how to handle it. I suppressed the resentment I had toward my mom,



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Lawson Wallace

63-year-old married guy, I have been writing stories for years, but never submitted or published anything. I write about my successes and failures, everything.