These days. I relive all the miles I’ve traveled going home again. Places I’ve traveled from like South Florida down Everglades way....

These days. I miss the used to be. The way back when. I miss my Mother bringing in the mail, pouring her tenth cup of coffee, sitting...

These days. How they slip beneath my feet. Some feeling sturdy like walking on ancient rocks. Others, suddenly, without warning, like the...

I was an only child for seven years until my baby sister was born. In those young and formative years my daddy was away in the Army and...