Dad’s Top Drawer
I remember when I was a kid what an awesome adventure it was to sneak into my Dad’s top drawer whenever the opportunity presented itself. When I opened the drawer I might as well have been a pirate and discovered all the gold on a deserted island.…
The Bottles Behind Me
I couldn’t sleep, so I got back up. The house was quiet. My wife was upstairs sleeping like a baby. She has always been able to do that—put her head down, close her eyes, and disappear into sleep. Meanwhile, I was downstairs waiting for the gabapentin to…
Dad, It’s Beautiful
Some childhood memories fade until only a few scattered pieces remain. Others stay with us for reasons we don’t fully understand until much later in life. One of my earliest memories is of being a very little boy, walking beside my dad while holding his…
The Pilot Who Finally Came Home
This story is shared in honor of Captain Ellis Spear Middleton II and his daughter, Hart Asbury, whose memory keeps his story alive. I met her on a walking track. It was just another morning—people circling, getting their steps in, doing what we all try…