childhood

  • Man in the Mirror

    Man in the Mirror

    Earlier this week I was looking into my bathroom mirror. At first it was simply a quick last look at myself before I headed out for the day. And then it became something more. Something — I don’t know what […]

     
  • the days the music dies

    the days the music dies

    The deck was stacked against me.  As a child I had several knocks to my noggin … a couple pretty severe.  I grew up poor with my brain seeped in the chemicals of toxic stress that often accompany poverty.  And […]