Prime Time Dad

I grew up privileged. An only child in a fancy house with a view of the ocean. I roamed its halls, and imagined its many tidy rooms filled with brothers and sisters. Dot was always there, anticipating my needs. She always knew what I wanted to eat before my stomach grumbled. She tucked me in... Continue Reading →

My Mom and Kool Dee

I'll never forget the day I met Dee.  I came home from playing ball, all set to grab a shower when two powerful smells collided in my nostrils. One was food. Good food, not old leftovers from the freezer. The second smell wasn't pleasant but more a caustic blast of brain-stinging cologne. It was then I remembered Mom... Continue Reading →

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