Family 19/21

The Mess That Is Me

August 20, 1988, life for me changed drastically. It was the night our first son, Nathaniel, was born and the beginning of parenthood...

You would think more stores would put greater emphasis on their dressing rooms. Really, most are no more than outhouses inside. I'm...

As a writer (at least, that's the excuse I've been using), I listen to every conversation except the one I'm in. That includes the ones...

"No greater gift is there than that a man should give his life for another." For some, sacrifice comes easily while others can barely...

Standing in line at Murphy’s Oil USA, I waited to make my twenty dollar donation to the big oil companies. You would think it a simple...

I don't know if it's karma, fate or mockery, but I find it absolutely ironic that after I decide on the title of my first collection of...

She sat on our tree every year, this angel in a plastic blue dress with white wings. She even lasted longer than three artificial...

"It's the thought that counts," is what people say when they get a crappy gift, or a present that a two-year old picks out. I mean,...

The boys have had the same stockings since they were born. They're traditional fare, a dark red sock with a white fluffy top. Char, with...

It starts in September, sometimes creeping out even in August, those subtle and quite often not-so-subtle hints that are uttered during...