Category: Memoir

When I turned eighteen, Carter was gone, and so were most of the job prospects for teenagers. The common sense play was a stint in the military where you could grow up and get a skill. Perhaps it was that the military wasn’t for me (or I wasn’t for the military), but I had no…

Names come and go in popularity. I had a great grandmother named Amy. She was born in the 1870s. Today I hear the name often. Even Colin was popular a few years back. Fifty years ago, not so much. About 55 to 60 years ago, there was a funny little phenomenon. A pair of girls’…

I am constantly surprised that the child, the teen, the new father, and the man I am today coexist. We don’t move from one age to the next, we just add new ages year by year. When I sat and looked, I saw all of these stories with me in my current experience.