I have heard since I was little that I look like my father. My son has heard since he was little that he looks like me. And there are many…

I have never been perfect. In fact, I imagine that I caused my parents some bit of turmoil. They probably wrung their hands and pulled their hair, saying, Why must…

My wife became angry with me after we had been married a little over a year. As usual with young couples starting out, it revolved around money. I had a…

Perhaps it is in my blood. I don’t really know. My father was the youngest of seven children born in Monroe County, Kentucky. For some reason, he decided to join…

Have you ever been on the bus or train or plane and there is this one guy that talks to everyone? He doesn’t seem to have a clue that you…

I still dream. There is not another way to look at it. I refuse to be strictly an adult. I still believe those words my mother told me several times…

There exists a different world that many people never see, and even fewer understand. Growing up as a Navy Brat—and this is a term of fondness and affection—installed many things…

I have intentionally entered into several agreements where I willfully subject myself to the opinion of others. They are called writing critique groups. “Criticism may not be agreeable, but it…

I wonder if my son is going to remember events like I do. He may decide to change around some of the memories to fit whatever moment he needs. But…

It’s snowing! The fluffy white stuff is falling…not a lot, but some. I love snow. I love winter and the myriad aspects that accompany it: snow, cold, icicles hanging from…