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.

It’s the phrase used for the person heading for the final punishment, the death sentence. They’ve had their last supper, said their peace...

I know, I know. You read yesterday’s post and thought A Confused Life was my next book out. It is. I didn’t lie or change my mind. ...

Reaping the Harvest is done! Outside of promoting it, praying people buy it and some are nice enough to review it, there’s nothing...

I’m nervous as hell. My friend, Stephanie Neighbour, compared it to a new dad in a waiting room. It’s exactly like that. I’m trying to...

I feel sorry for the youngest child in any family. Oh, don’t get me wrong. There are perks to being the baby in the family, especially...

In high school I took a psychology class with a teacher that looked like a miniature Mr. Kotter. It was one of the few classes that I...

I’m not sure whether it was a wedding gift or we had bought it, but we had one. A white 12-cup Mr. Coffee. I pulled it out of the box,...

I hated the last election. Not because of the candidates, but because of what I saw it do to my friends and so many others on the social...

One of the hottest topics in the United States right now is gun control. The word control, however, is a weak substitute for what the...

It’s always been seen as a dare really. They draw a line on the ground and then dare you to cross it. Usually, it’s a prelude to a...