The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol
Former police detective writes about life, death, and coffee.
What time is it? (from a letter to a friend) I went by my old house the other day. A relative and her family have lived there for quite some time. It hasn’t changed much. There is a front concrete porch with 3 levels. A small sidewalk is part of it on one side and... Continue Reading →
I lost my son at a Wal-Mart. It was 20 something years back. Don't worry I eventually found him. He's alive and well out there making his mark on the world, and still, so he tells me, making life miserable for his mom. Still though. I lost him once. And I can tell you for... Continue Reading →
"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 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 →
Have you ever carved your name onto a tree or scratched it onto some rock? Have you wondered how long it would remain there even after you are gone? I suppose we all have. And I suppose we are all fated never to know the answer to that question. A book I read recently expressed... Continue Reading →
It's September again and time to focus our efforts on supporting those whose lives have been touched by childhood cancer. Today and every Wednesday this month, supporters of this cause will meet in McAllen, Texas to take a walk together and bring some publicity to this fight. In its sixth year now, The Gold and... Continue Reading →
A couple of days ago I was leaving the house to go write at a coffee shop. Wait. That's a lie. Sort of. Okay, not really a lie. Well, I mean I was leaving the house. I was going to go write at a coffee shop. But I was not leaving the house because I... Continue Reading →
It is a fearful thing, to love what death can touch.-Yehuda HaLevi My sister died a few days ago. We didn't see each other much. My dad was married twice and had a whole set of kids before me and my immediate brothers and sisters were born. They were all grown before we came along... Continue Reading →
“How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others,... Continue Reading →
This is the 4th coffee shop I have sat in in the last hour. I can't seem to find my focus today. That's a rare thing for me. Granted I have less important things to do nowadays, so focusing is not a life and death issue anymore, but still, it's a rare (and unwelcome) thing.... Continue Reading →
