I think I have arthritis in the finger I dislocated when I moved back to Texas and might have it in my right thumb, not really …
Will I Wait Forever
The headline has no punctuation because it's tied to a fragment of a memory that I am trying to pull in from a place deep inside …
A Mouthful Of Buckeyes
Someone asked me if it was true that I have written 10,000 stories and posts for one person and I nodded my head. "Probably more, …
Maybe Dad Knows Things
Sometimes when I get sick I have more vivid dreams than I normally do and this week has been proof of that as I am doing battle …
A Question Of Dignity
The younger Mr. Wilner was about 11 when I sold a pair of shoes to a homeless man who visited our a garage sale. He asked me why …
I Think You Blame Me
The family dog is 14 now and there are days when I laugh as we both grunt or groan as we stretch and move around the …
Things You Don’t Remember…Correctly
The text asks me to explain how I got us kicked out of Corbin Bowl and I laugh as I respond. "It wasn't me, it was your husband …
Almost 75 Isn’t 80
It was 109 in Texas and something about the heat reminded me what it felt like to shovel dirt into and onto my father's …
When Adults Have Nightmares
I thought about writing again about the Buck Eye story and some other similar tales but I have to clear my head of something …
In My Father’s House
Tomorrow I'll stand graveside and consider how I ended up there five years to the day since my father's funeral. Stand there and …