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Excerpt: My daddy retired back in 2013; seemingly without fanfare because I don’t remember any. What I do remember is going home for a visit and taking him a box set of puzzles and him saying, “Thanks?” He low key hurt my feelings because I thought it was a good gift and he wasn’t interested. 4 Min Read
The backstory about how my daddy’s January 16th birthday present came to be, arriving on Christmas Eve, all the way from France. 8 Min Read
This is a Stream of Consciousness Friday post. It's the Week 3, of the old school blogging, prompt for the Finish the Sentence Friday writing community. This week we set a timer and wrote for 5 minutes on the optional prompt Grandparents…
This is a Listicle Friday post. It's the Week 2, of the old school blogging, prompt for the Finish the Sentence Friday writing community where I'm co-hosting with Kristi Campbell of Finding Ninee. This week I am sharing 10 things my daddy worries about.
This week's Finish the Sentence writing prompt is about Halloween. When it comes to Halloween, I'm not a fan. Last year I wrote about death and Halloween and why I don't participate in it now. I started to link that post up to participate in the prompt, but then changed my mind and decided to write something fresh.
This story was shared here nearly five years ago when my daddy asked me to write a blog post about him. I said, "Really? Okaaaay."...
For as long as you've known me IRL or via this blog, you know football hasn't been my thing. I had nothing but complaints for it. You can't love what you don't understand. This season (last year) was Christopher's third year of playing, and my first year really enjoying it....
Last week when I wrote about not having anything to write about, my daddy commented "I gave you a list of things to write about. Pick one." So with his permission, I present...
A short story about how my daddy gave me away... When the minister asked,
"Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" Daddy proudly announced, "Her mother and I do."
The rest is history.
Once upon a time, my daddy tried to marry me off to my brother's recruiter. On the day my brother's recruiter was coming to the house to meet my parents I happened to be home as well. We all answered the door. I had an attitude about my brother becoming a stereotyped knucklehead Marine...
Today my mom and dad celebrate their 43rd wedding anniversary. I can't tell you how thrilled I am to share that they are still hanging.
You know what they say about meeting a man at the club - well it was a basement party.
As I wrote this post, I heard Stevie Wonder singing and playing the keyboards; the base rocking the house from daddy’s huge speakers. I smelled sandalwood incense burning. I heard my mom talking on the telephone, envisioning the coiled cord stretched across the kitchen. I heard kids playing outside. I smelled baking bread, and spaghetti sauce simmering...
Excerpt: I’d already had to look for my dad twice when our tour guide was about to take us to another location. After the second time daddy was MIA, I asked him, “Do I need to hold your hand?” 5 Min Read