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 wasn’t that long ago, was it? I mean, have I really gotten so old that I’m beginning to sound like my father whenever he would say, “I...

Awhile back, I wrote a piece on Emotional Vampires, those people who suck all of your positive energy with their constant negativity....

“Lyla said that Santa wasn’t real.” Sarah froze, a sudden panic of sadness settling in. Dylan was only seven-years old, a first grader....

“What time are you eating Thanksgiving dinner?” I shrugged. “Four or four-thirty. Why?” “Okay, good. I think we can make it. Her family...

The Sensation found home at about five that morning, but we didn’t know it until six when all three of the girls’ alarms went off calling...

Wednesday was our Sea Day, which meant twenty-four hours on the ship with no land in sight. It was going to be like Sunday, just twice as...

As we walked the streets of Paradise Island, I noticed the bridge that I had seen earlier from the rear of the ship. It seemed that...

We went to sleep at sea with the gentle rocking of the ship and we woke up in Nassau. I’m used to going through a couple of states in a...

Thanksgiving. It’s a time that forces everyone to stop and do what they should have been doing all year; give thanks. It is proof that we...

Normally, I can sleep through anything: kids screaming, rock concert, the girls asking me to take out the trash. However, if I’m sleeping...