‘Where’s Neil?’ ‘There he is,’ Dad says. ‘Where?’ ‘There. The guy in the kilt, waitin’ for you.’ ‘Holy shit.’ For awhile, I couldn’t see him. And then he was all I saw. Somehow, we made it down the aisle. And Daddy’s poking me in the shoulder. ‘Flowers,’ he says. ‘What?’ ‘Give Jess your flowers.’ ‘Oh, yeah. HERE!’ At which point I might have given my Maid of Awesome a giant paper-cut. In the face. Because, y’know, my flowers were paper.…
Growing up, there was a church down the street from the house where my heart lived. Grandma and I would pass the church on the way to spend my allowance on baseball cards, Cherry Coke bubble-gum and Wintergreen Tic-Tics. Most Saturdays, there was a wedding at the church and Grandma and I would try and catch a glimpse of the bride, but never stayed long enough to seem like we were staring, or wedding-crashers. ‘Think that’ll be me someday?’ ‘Of…
I’ve been trying to get my Dad to start a blog for awhile now. Or at least guest-post on here. Dad needs to blog for lots of reasons. The main one being, dude is too verbose for Facebook. Today, he posted this: 32 years ago today – 31.03.81 @ 12:50 local time in Dallas, Texas – life changed forever. It was the happiest day of my life. After two weeks of very early and difficult labour, my wife and I finally…
Today’s Daily Prompt has me thinking. What would I take with me? In truth, I’ve thought about this a few times. Mainly while waiting in the ‘safe place’ for a fireman to come up and tell me the fire is out. Or there isn’t one. There isn’t much else to think about, sitting behind a fire door, when the ‘safe place’ doesn’t feel very safe. So, yeah. I’ve thought about this question. What would I take with me if my…
I began 2012 feeling out of sorts. We came home from a party in the dark. Left the house for dinner the next day, in the dark. Mostly about why my left ring finger was still naked. Seriously, though. I felt bad that we slept through January 1st. As I sat backwards on the bus on the way the second party of the year, I vowed not to waste another day. By the end of that week, I’d written a…
