The Doll

My Dad bought my sister a doll every year. It was one of those things that you don’t realize are important. It’s a lesson in that with our children it’s the little things they remember more than anything. Up till the day he died he would tell the story of the year he broke his daughters heart. I don’t remember …

The Train Table

Christmas was special in our house. We didn’t get a lot during the year, especially toys. (This would blow other kids minds. Your family has the dime store, you must get all the toys you want! No, not the case at all.) Christmas was the one time a year we got toys and it always seemed like there were so …

Playing Ball and Scars

As I’ve said, Dad worked a lot. The number of nights he would not get home until way late in the night are uncountable. He told me, not long before he passed, that it was his one regret in his life. He wished with all his heart he’d had more time with his kids. One night when I was probably …

Punishments

Growing up there was an unspoken but known rule in the house. Dad worked, a lot. He would be at work by 7:30 am., usually before Bobbi and I left for school. He got home between 6 and 7 at night, unless it was Xmas time then it was always later. Bobbi and I were typical kids, rowdy, fun loving, …

A Hidden Side – Memories of Dad

My Dad passed away recently. I wrote some stories for his memorial service but I decided I’d like to share these with family, friends, fans, anyone who might be interested. I hope you enjoy them. They’ll be categorized under “Memories” as they don’t tie into my actual writing work. A hidden side to my Dad that most don’t know is …