“Mom!” Denise covered over my cry. “Let him be a ghost!”
Category: Memories
I Got’cho Chiiiiiiicken…
“That’s when the woman looked back at me through her side view mirror…”
9/11: Where Were You?
It didn’t have to be said, but I instantly knew, as we all knew, we were actually witnessing a terrorist attack…
Church Tales: “The Cost Of Salvation. Will You Take A Post-Dated Check?” or “How I Got the Holy Ghost”
At this point, I was no longer interested in the Holy Spirit, speaking in tongues or anything else contributing to my salvation…
I Was A Crackhead For A Day (If You Let Them Tell It)
My father thought I was taking depressants and slammed me against the wall with one hand, holding me a good 12″ above the ground.
The Upper Level: My Greatest Memory Of My Father
I’ll never forget my first football halftime show, freshman year with the marching band, fall of 1981. He was in attendance, watching the game from the stands with his high school buddies…
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