at the end of my life

At the end of my life, I choose to have memories, not regrets. ~ Dr. Steve Maraboli   “Choose memories.” Her voice ricocheted along the walls of Time. Maybe she stood where I stood. Newburgh, New York. George Washington’s northern headquarters during the American Revolution. Did her father shepherd herContinue Reading

MTM is from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He grew up eating things like frozen custard and cheese curds and Friday Fish Fry. He is a hot, slender man in spite of that early diet.
On the other hand, I have never lived north of the Mason-Dixon line. While I love to get out of The South, I would probably spontaneously combust if I tried to live anywhere else on earth. My Southern genes would likely attack themselves trying to recreate the hot, humid Hell I’ve always lived in.Continue Reading

Dear Cayleigh: You leave today. I told myself I wouldn’t cry. I lied to myself. I couldn’t stop the flow. Since you came along almost 10 years ago, I could always pop in the car and see you whenever I wanted. You lived just across the river. It wasn’t far.Continue Reading