8.1.19 Picking Up the Pieces & Trying to Move On… (Journal)

I think about Dad every second of every hour of every day. I think about all the great times, they overshadow the bad or sad ones. The memories come flooding back quickly and unrelentlessly, like a Summer monsoon... Like the time that my Sister Nickie stood at her bedroom window and told me at the... Continue Reading →

7.22.19 Oh Father. (Journal; Short Story)

The night of Friday, July 12, 2019 seemed like any other. That was twelve days ago, and life has been insane since then, so much that I don't know my life before it. To fill you in... I'd returned home from a busy day at work, wrapping up the week and preparing to begin work... Continue Reading →

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