A human being thought the bombing through. If we’re all born innocent and pure, and we all agree that murder is bad, at what point do we give in to evil? I’ll tell you, when we forget to move toward the light. Because the dark side is an easy sell. Lust. Money. Power. These are easy concepts to sell people (trust me, I’m in advertising.) Love, however, takes patience and tolerance. In other words, work. I once attended a Zig Ziglar…
It was a simple affair. A white trellis adorned with fresh gardenia. Two rows of white chairs. We held the ceremony at the home of a friend who lived on a tributary of the St. John’s River. There were maybe a dozen people present. My parents came in from Texas. Her mom and a friend drove down from New Jersey. Because it was such a simple wedding, we felt guilty about them coming at all—but they insisted. And so here…
People love their dogs. I mean REALLY love them. And you kinda have to, right? I mean, when you invite a dog into your life you spend 10-14 years with them pretty much every day. And they’re always there with a happy face and wet nose. It doesn’t matter whether you’re going through tough times. It doesn’t matter that the world feels like it’s closing in around you. The relationships we have with our dogs are based on something that…
A week after Trump Care passed, we find a woman, a girl, and a baby in the kitchen of a house in the rural south. GIRL (16): But Momma, because baby Brittany was sick at birth, she’s gonna lose her heath care now. WOMAN: It’ll be fine, Darlene Mae. We’ll make do. The important thing is that we keep winning the war against the libtards who want to give away our hard-earned money to people who sit around smoking pot…
The following is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. In 1982 I was sixteen. A skinny white punk in the suburbs of Houston who hung around a few other like dregs. We weren’t into school, weren’t into social conformity, but were into heavy metal. We were into chicks too, but the chicks hadn’t come around to metal yet and so we existed, together, a band of suburb outlaws. We hung out in the woods…
The Monday after Spring Break, the day after Easter—trying to get my sea legs back. After slamming lunch, I donned my earbuds and ran a vacuum. I may be the world’s greatest vacuumer, and I’m certain it’s one of the reasons Tina married me. I work out of my home, have multiple animals, two kids, and lots of trees. I’m also OCD. Things need to be kinda in the right spot for me to feel comfortable enough to sit down…
