I know this blog is a bit of a downer, but would you rather I lied to you?
I’m standing at the virtual crossroads, but my soul was signed away to the eDevil a long time ago.
These were some of the best moments I spent with my grandfather outside of a fishing boat.
WARNING: This post may not be for my readers with weak nerves. Read at your own risk...
Do you have any instincts that kick in from your youth during moments of high stress?
Was there something in your life that seemed to mean the world to you but others just couldn’t understand?
Were you ever placed into the role of stepparent?
It’s been too long since I first had this dream. The color in my facial hair is long gone and the hair atop my head won’t be far behind.
What are some of your favorite foods or drinks that you loved as a child, or even as an adult, but can’t or won’t have now?
How did your parents and grandparents handle work responsibilities and finances?