Blackberry Lemonade
I love being an author. With that being said, I often am asked, why do you write Memoir pieces? Hmmmmmmm, I usually answer with some wisenheimer answer; why not? Honestly, I love observing life. There is a never ending amount of material to work with. I am one of those folks who could get lost for hours just watching people doing normal or not so normal things with their everyday faces on, going through their existence. Look at the boom of television reality shows. People are
I Rang the Bell
Today is a blue sky sunny kind of day. It is the type of day that usually makes you happy. The sun feels warm as I ride in the car. There is a breeze from the windows being open. The air smells clean and fresh with apple blossoms blooming. I love these days just riding with my mom, my head on her shoulder, letting the world whiz by. Mom usually sings and gives me kisses as she drives, except when she gets angry at some other cars. Sometimes she uses bad words and yells a litt
Reflections
Each morning I stand before the mirror readying myself for the day. I am always a bit behind schedule, rushing through each process preoccupied by thoughts of my upcoming schedule. Usually I just go through the motions of my routine, but today was different. Today I stood looking at the reflection that was looking back at me. Who is that person with the seemingly curious stare? As I peer into the reflection in the mirror, I am fascinated by both the familiarity and the vaguen
