How does it feel…
to have your heart…
Category: My Writing…
The Confetti of Life
I spent this weekend with my parents in Hurst helping them move my Grandmother into their new smaller house. With all of us kids gone, there was no reason for the 5-bedroom monstrosity in Bedford. It is time for them to think of retirement and to think of time better spent than cleaning the monstrosity. […]
A letter to
Sometimes I write, not what I should, but what I need to write. Maybe it just comes from the soul, my heart. But I need to let my soul loose sometimes. Maybe I just need to tell you something… A letter because I can’t vocalize my feelings… to my next wife, whoever she is.
I’m a giver, so sue me.
The more things stay the same the more they change. I look forward to these days of insanity where I do the best I can with what I have and hope what I have is what I truly need.
I wish…
I’ve never felt so hurt in my life.