The relationship with my father was a crazy dynamic: oldest of two, and an only… Read the postThe Last Mixer with a Big Red….
Enough. I realized that can be a complete statement. When assisting a loved one with… Read the postEnough.
When it comes to daddy responsibility and decisions comes to mind. Our daddy spent all… Read the postSuperman’s Cape
My family and I would visit this local diner before every road trip. In the… Read the postBreakfast with Dad…
My grief led me to this place of memories. Early on I landed upon a… Read the postThe Storage Bin: Love, Memories, and Hope…
He was an average 17-year-old young man, preparing to start his senior year of high… Read the postMeet me at the b-ball court!
I think the way you grieve depends on your family. Often times in the black… Read the postMy new normal…
My roots and love for music were planted in this church. No matter what we… Read the postMy Foundation: Love, Language, and Music
