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 house. “Takes a minute to warm up huh, but then it is like no time has ever passed.” He wags his tail at me, licks my hand, arm or… Continue reading I Think You Blame Me
Category: Dad
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 or one of his roommates. Maybe I said something to the rent-a-cop after, but I don’t remember starting or finishing anything.” I get a reply that says… Continue reading Things You Don’t Remember…Correctly
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 grave. Maybe it was the sweat pouring into my eyes or the guy behind me calling my name whose voice reminded me of the rabbi telling me it was time to… Continue reading Almost 75 Isn’t 80
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 else. Last week while sleeping at my parents’ house I had two nightmares. One tried to latch onto me not knowing that I wouldn’t run from it but instead I would… Continue reading When Adults Have Nightmares
