It is hard to be both a Father and a Mother. Sometimes you get confused as to which role you play at any given time. It takes you back to when you were a child and how your father was there for you when your mother was not. You try hard to think of the... Continue Reading →
He was one hell of a Father
My father was not a perfect man but he was one hell of a father. I remember when I was little, I would go sit on my father's lap after getting out of the shower. I would say, "you're so worm" and he would reply, "and you're a snake." It was a nightly routine and... Continue Reading →
Passport rejected
DD's passport was rejected this morning by the U.S. Passport Agency. The reason: Her dad forgot to put in her date of birth one the form and left that field blank. What are the odds that the form went through five pairs of eyes and not one of us caught it until it got to... Continue Reading →
The empty can rattles the most
He can just go on and on and on. What is that saying? "The empty can rattles the most." Well that's exactly what he sounds like. It's almost deafening to the ears. It gets me so exhausted when I hear him talk or read a lengthy email like the one he just sent me. His... Continue Reading →
I remember those Streets of Bakersfield all too well
Buck Owens knew exactly what he was talking about when he mentioned the judging that goes on in Bakersfield, and relatives are no exception to that rule. I sure wish I would have prepared myself better before spending the summer there in 2013. All I was looking for were better opportunities in a huge city... Continue Reading →
Fever inside the Storm 