In my childhood, my dad always seemed like a quiet enigma. As a result, I was always looking for insight about what he liked, found funny or interesting. A curiosity that stayed with me as I aged. I was happy when he took an interest in things I enjoyed. “Hey, how is that show so … More 13. A Collage
My dad and I didn’t talk much at all and that didn’t bother us. That was the way we were. I would spend most of my young life struggling, straining to think of things to say to be funny or interesting. Failing mostly, and eventually coming to the conclusion that I didn’t want to do … More 10. Tales From A Shrimp
My dad was fading with each day. His skin was terribly dry due to not having bathed more than twice in four or five months. Ashes of his skin, fallen from when he would scratch, were all over his chair. When he was in pain he sat leaning to one side of his recliner, his … More 8. Fill In the Blanks
Shine A Light On Me 