The summer before I turned 12 in September was the summer of the Florida trip. It was the last summer I lived on High Drive before my parents sold the little house where I had lived my entire life across the street from my grandma. It was the last summer where I played with my…
The day the front porch fell in, but didn’t kill any dogs.
I am going to skip ahead a few years since some topic of conversation brought up this story the other night, and it is definitely worth repeating. Some time around my 9th grade year, my mom finally decided to call it quits with my dad (the crazy, tragic stories surrounding that year will have to…
The Broken Window
I used to love when my cousins would come over to see my grandma because that meant I had built-in playmates. My cousin Johnny and I would always gang up against my sister Misty, my cousin Kim, and Johnny's sister, Julie. Two against three may not sound like much of a ganging up, but since…
Growing up at Grandma’s House
The other day, I was sitting with Marc, Jordan, and Joel in a booth at the Waffle House on Floyd Baker Blvd. We saw an old man sitting at the bar, drinking coffee and carrying on a one-sided conversation with a couple who sat near the window in a 2-seater booth. The couple nodded politely…
