What does a police detective do after he retires? Who knows? It's a mystery.
"Once in every life, someone comes along, and you came up to me, it was almost like a song" - Ronnie Milsap I am not sure I can tell you the number of times I fell in love when I was young. Probably not as many I think I have. Surely many more than I... Continue Reading →
I'm gonna slash his tires one day. I am so not kidding, maybe. I think, because I was a cop, I am especially sensitive to people being stupid with their cars. Parking in handicap spaces when you aren't supposed to, intentionally making your car louder than it should be, and simply not knowing how to... Continue Reading →
I remember the moment when Andre was first diagnosed with cancer. We all waited and hoped for a miracle before the results came. His mom had cancer at the same age so the idea that one of her kids might get it too was always in the back of our mind. I know now that... Continue Reading →
You thought it was never going to happen? You doubted me? Years of investigative training and experience and even then you thought this guy would never get this one. Oh sure he has solved multiple homicide cases with little or no evidence. Tracked down countless suspects who left the trail equivalent of a ghost. Sure... Continue Reading →
Somewhere in my sister's garage is a box with a picture of my brother and I wearing a rug around our waist, t-shirts draped back over the top of our heads, and holding a broomstick and a mop in our hands. We weren't fighting, not really. And it wasn't something we did everyday either. And,... Continue Reading →
Ladies, I have a question. When did the world run out of pants for women? I mean they still have some right? You know, the kind with buttons, zippers, and pockets? Or were they outlawed and I missed the memo? I don't hate yoga pants. I really don't. I won't let my daughter wear them... Continue Reading →
Missing my mom…
My mother died on a Wednesday in September almost 13 years ago at the age of 66. Lauren, my youngest, was almost 6 years old at the time . They were very close. Lauren actually reminds me of mom a lot. They both shared a kindness towards people in need that I think is rare. But beyond that, they both empathize with people deeply. I can see a person hurting and in need and help them, mom and Lauren felt what they felt. They hurt when other people hurt. They are affected by other people’s pain immediately and, sometimes, damaged by it.
Mom had been sick for weeks before her death. We knew it was serious. I had talked to Lauren about it but I knew she didn’t understand. I wasn’t to sure I did either. I was so not interested in a world without my mom. I felt like…
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I actually wrote this three years ago, and for reasons I cannot at all understand, I felt compelled to re-post it today, here and now. It was the third part of a story that has no real end. A TALE OF TWO SISTERS: GRADUATION Once, when the world was young, it trickled by, stopping here... Continue Reading →
Half a waffle? The other day, and due to reasons well beyond my control, I turned 55. By the other day I mean about four months ago, and I was not at the time at all really impressed by the fact that I turned 55. That was until I realized that reaching this important and... Continue Reading →
