It’s nineteen-eighty something and people at Jessica’s daycare are amazed.
Jessica was able to move up to the bigger kid room because she was potty trained at an earlier than normal age.
I’ve Been This Way Before – Neil Diamond
Today is the first day in a long time I have challenged myself physically. And it felt good.
Up until four years ago, I had a routine that kept
It’s nineteen ninety-something and my half-sister is in town making her once every two-year visit. I knew something was up when she suggested: “Rex, let’s you and I have lunch together.”
It’s the turn of the
century, yes, nineteen ninety-nine, and my Mom and I were walking out of the
office to our family business on New Year’s Eve. She was seventy-seven at the time.
It’s current day and my mentor and business partner Ryan asks a question none of us as an adult like to think about.
What was that question? “How many days do you have left and how do you
It’s nineteen-sixty something and being the only child of older parents I am a bit of a social misfit.
“Hey, Mom!” I yell from the backyard “Can I go over to Tommy house to
It’s early two-thousand and something as I limp into the office where my parents and I have our family business.
My Mom looks up from her computer screen having watched me struggle to get to
It’s two-thousand and something and my wife, Kathie, is watching Rue Paul’s Drag Race. I did not expect to gain words of wisdom from the show, but I did.
Rue ends the show with “If
“Son, who do you think wrote your name on the back of the house?” My Dad asks as we sit on the back porch of our Maitland home. It’s 1960 something and I thought I could get away
“Hey, Rex!”, shouts Scott over the din of the lunchroom crowd at Winter Park High. It’s 1977ish and Scott had gotten wind that I play guitar.
Scott was a true blue rock and roll guitar
going to watch that again are you?” my Dad yells from the kitchen.
“How many times have you seen that thing?” as he continues to rummage through the
finish line is just around the corner!” an enthusiastic marathon spectator
shouts in my face as I round the corner to go down Hollywood Blvd in Disney’s
He sits in the corner of my room. Yellow eyes and pale skin. Looking supernatural, not of this world. The vile language spews out like acid, burning holes into everything that surrounds him. How could
It’s 2012 and things are getting tough. “Dad I can’t do this anymore.” I try to explain as I sit on the side of his bed. His eyes closed as he pretends to be asleep.