When our COVID lock down began in March, my wife and I wanted to create some sort of normality in the household for our sake, but especially for the kids. One of the daily routines that happened organically was our trip to the mailbox at around 3:00 every afternoon once my wife and I were done working from home for the day.
After my aunt took me to Hawaii as a college graduation present, I came home with a newfound distaste for pineapple. It didn’t start that way. I used to really like pineapple. But after a week of having pineapple served to me with everything I ate and drank, I’d had enough.
Just a week shy of my fourth birthday, my family I moved to the small rural town where lived until I graduated from high school. I lived there again briefly after college. As we settled into small town life, my mom began dragging my brother and me to the local Baptist church. (These roles were … Continue reading Incomplete
Reflections Of A Middle Aged Nobody 