Flames that melted my heart

I’ve written about my son in the past.  Maybe it’s because he’s a conflagration of love, pride and hope for the future.  Maybe it’s because children are the bright and shiny embodiment of possibility in every parent’s eyes.  Or, maybe it’s because he is the...

Ten-speed vs. a quarter pipe

I tried to ride a ten speed off a skateboard ramp once.   We had just moved into the crappy rental house on the street. It was kind of exciting because living in a house was not something we always got to do. I was ten years old, and the kids who lived on the...
War Is Never Over – PTSD and its effects

War Is Never Over – PTSD and its effects

    For years I thought the idea of saying I had PTSD was bad. I viewed it as a term of weakness. I didn’t live through Vietnam so what I saw and went through wasn’t bad enough to warrant something so horrible. Sounds silly, but it was what I thought and...
I’m sorry son, the world isn’t good enough for you.

I’m sorry son, the world isn’t good enough for you.

I hit a deer the other day. My son walked out to the driveway to survey the damage. He looked at the deer fur and deer poop splattered across the broken grill of my SUV. Then he sat down in the driveway and started crying. “Dadda, I love deers and ladybugs. I’m so sad...
The Dead Miss Us – Suicide From Drugs

The Dead Miss Us – Suicide From Drugs

The dead miss us. I know. My best friend comes to say hi more often than he should. I don’t know how it works, or if it’s really him, but he’s there. I think. His name is Angel. Well, Angel Cruz Lee. People called him Cruz. He really wasn’t much of an angel, but he’s...