I know I’ve got to write about our anniversary weekend . . . but I’ve just been transported to another moment in time . . . and I have to share it. Sweet Thing by Van Morrison was our song. We played it every morning when we woke up together, so we’d never forget our…
Category: Before I Was A Grownup
Come Away With Me
And I want to wake up with the rain While I’m set there in your arms So all I ask is for you To come away with me in the night Come away with me I’m at work right now, and Norah Jones begins to sing on the radio, so now I’m also lying in an…
Childhood Memories
Walking across the small military base to the pool, swimming for hours in the sun, then returning home. Taking a hot shower and smelling the chlorine wash away, then watching a movie with my wet hair turbaned in a towel and a plate with grilled cheese and apples in my lap. Puddle stomping with Amanda, back when…
The Drama Queen – Bad Language Alert
******This story has some bad language in it. Read with caution. Also if you make it to the end you don’t have to comment, I myself wouldn’t know what to say.********************************************************** So one weekend in July we were attending a friend’s birthday cookout, in a small grassy space by the tennis courts of a medium-nice…
In Defense of Organized Religion
At 6 years old, she went to church every Sunday, with her mom, her two little sisters. Dad didn’t always go. Mom’s look told the kids she would brook no discussion about this; regardless of what Dad did, they were going. And she went; to Sunday school first, to do crafts and listen to adults…