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.

She sits in her leather recliner staring at the television, which has been off for quite some time. For the fourth time in a half hour...

Valentine’s Day was here and as 95% of men across the globe, it had snuck up on me. It doesn’t matter that it happens every year on the...

When I was in elementary school, my best friend was a black boy named Mark. His father owned a small store in his neighborhood and his...

Bullies are idiots and, sadly, they’re everywhere, not just the school yard. You can find them in families, businesses, and nowadays...

The girls hate watching television with me. I think it has something to do with the fact that I actually want to watch the show that’s...

Downtown Cocoa, or Cocoa Village as it’s more commonly called, celebrates a few events each year where they block off a few blocks by the...

Fifteen years ago, my sister wanted us to join her on a trip to Mobile, Alabama and attend a Mardi Gras parade. I really wasn’t eager to...

“Just give it one more shot,” Laurie had said. “I promise you’ll enjoy the Mardi Gras parade in Mobile.” Char and I had already...

At the age of 46 - which came as a surprise to me last week, because I honestly thought I was only 45 - I have seen and participated in...

I received a notification the other day about a new follower on twitter and the name brought me up short. Not because it was weird,...