The Mess That Is Me

The Mess That Is Me is merely my unique observations about this crazy world that surrounds us and how I fit into it. Here I will share parts of my writing process and fears, some of our travels and reports of our events, and even about our quirky family. So grab a cup of coffee, settle back, and see what lies within this twisted mind of mine.

I’m not altogether keen on modern cars and their new key technology. I understand how they help eliminate someone making a quick copy...

Across the United States today people are remembering all of those who have sacrificed their lives to keep us safe. They have gone to...

It was the end of the school year when I turned that magical number. I only had a week to go before crossing the stage, shaking...

We’ve all heard, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Yet, we do it all of the time. We can’t help it. We glance at something - book,...

She came out of her bedroom, straightening her outfit, eager for her date that night. She practically skipped across the living room...

The 8-year old was crying as if someone had told her that Santa Claus wasn’t real. Tears streamed down her cheeks as sobs heaved her...

Yesterday was Mother’s Day here in the U.S. A quick glance at Wikipedia reveals that it began in the United States in 1908 in Grafton,...

“Hey, I need you to run a few errands for me tomorrow,” she said as she handed me a four page list. I didn’t take it. “I don’t have time...

“What are you doing?” I glanced back at her, confused at the question. Wasn’t it obvious what I was doing? “I’m working.” She shook her...

“I’m bored. There’s nothing to do. This is the longest grounding ever!” The 8-year old wasn’t the only one who thought it was the...