As far back as I can remember I was bullied in school. I read science fiction, comic books and poetry. … More
I hate suffering. I even hate the word. I hate the idea of being in love with suffering. Not just … More
Knowing all my lessons, my responsibilities and my obligations the lingering question becomes an issue of when to call. When … More
It is not a black-and-white world. Sometimes I wish it were. There are adults who grew up in broken homes … More
The first time you screw up it’s a mistake, the second time it’s by choice. I never thought I would … More
However, one of the most painful situations arose when Cassie was four. She stopped calling me “Dad” and started calling … More
My daughter hates me. Why shouldn’t she?
As my Marine Corp Drill Instructor might say: “Good initiative, poor judgment.” Sometimes, it wasn’t even good initiative. Lessons for life – the good, the bad and the ugly.
Every day in school was not about education or learning but rather it was about getting enough air while not being seen. Everything I did in school was about trying to survive.