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Amanda's Last Dance, A Halloween Story

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You are here:  Home  » Amanda's Last Dance, A Halloween Story    Celebrating Christopher's birthday. September 10, 2025 October 1, 2025 The Wagons East Country Music Festival thrums under a starry sky, stage lights flashing in the distance. Amanda, Casey, and Ashley lean against a battered wagon, tailgating with warm beer in plastic cups. Cowboy hats tilt, Daisy Dukes cling, boots scuff dirt, and makeup gleams in the firelight. A truck nearby blares a twangy song, mixing with shouts and laughter.   Casey raises her cup. “To one wild night and men in tight jeans.”   Amanda and Ashley grin, clink cups, beer splashing.   “Hell yeah,” Amanda says, swaying.    They sing, voices raw and tight: “Church was made for God and country boys, where the pastor’s daughters are made to sin.” They laugh, sip, and hum it again.   Amanda shifts, giggling. “Gotta pee,” she says, tossing her hair. She weaves through the tailgate—guys yelling, sm...

Doc Brown Can’t Take Me Back, But Dad’s Still Here at 80

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You are here:  Home  » Doc Brown Can’t Take Me Back, But Dad’s Still Here at 80   The boys going on the Alpine Coaster. Sevierville, TN. July 28, 2025   September 15, 2025 Holy crap! My dad just turned 80. Where did the time go? He’s probably the one asking that question more than anyone, but I can’t help but ask it myself. Einstein had a whole theory about time, relativity, space, and all that genius stuff—maybe I should have paid more attention in school, because right now all I want is for time to slow down. Or better yet, give me Doc Brown from Back to the Future—fire up the DeLorean, hit 88 miles per hour, and let me go back to the moments that mattered most. Just don’t let me run into my younger self, that might break the space-time continuum, and then I’d never get to see Dad turn 80. Most of us — not all, but most — would love the chance to revisit the simpler times in life. To see grandparents again, to have friends closer, to be surrounded by the kind of...

Memoires on the Trail of Life

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You are here:  Home  » Memoires on the Trail of Life  Nico and Christopher on summer vacation in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. July 26, 2025. August 21, 2025 As I grow older, hopefully wiser, I can't help but notice the memories of life I leave behind—some fade quietly, while others, vivid and stubborn, stick with me for life. The good ones I hold close, but those intrusive, unwanted thoughts creep in, stirring guilt long past its prime, pointless yet persistent in nagging at my peace. I'm working to bury them under happier moments, reminding myself I'm a good person, even when negative thoughts try to drown that out.  The pile of memories in my head's landfill grows higher like refuse at a landfill, a testament to moments I can't fully shake, no matter how hard I try to leave them on life's trail. Broken dreams, sadness, and guilt linger—not just forgotten but buried deep, waiting for a dark moment to resurface and knock me off balance. It's crazy how something ...

Teenage Memories

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You are here:  Home  » Teenage Memories  Pizza nights are the best nights with the boys! March 5th, 2025 June 10, 2025 "What do you want from me?" I incredulously asked.  This blog is based on one of my random thoughts when I was a teenager. She came to my house and asked me for things I couldn't provide. She was a nice girl. I've known her for about five years. I mean, we hadn't said much to each other in those five years, and suddenly, she wanted to be my best friend- dang. I have been her brother's best friend for as long as I have known her! For some reason, after longing to be with her, I was skeptical of why she wanted to be my friend. She was offended when I asked "what she wanted" from me. Still, she didn't realize how much I loved her. I felt as weak as Ross from the NBC hit television show Friends, who longed for Rachel! It's weird when one loves someone as much as I have her, and they act as if you're a hindrance, and suddenly,...

Beyond Our Past Trauma

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You are here:  Home  » Beyond Our Past Trauma  Christopher and Nico at the Polynesian Resort at Walt Disney World. March 28, 2025. We enter the world screaming, born into a moment of raw shock. Sadly, that’s not the only trauma we’ll face. Life throws trials and tribulations our way, far beyond the chaos of birth. Trauma weaves itself into our daily existence, and for most of us, it’s an overwhelming reality.  Moving on from past pain is excruciatingly hard. How do you untangle a mess that has shattered you and taken control of your life? Platitudes like “God won’t give you more than you can handle” or “everything happens for a reason” ring hollow when you’re grappling with devastation. They don’t lessen the blow—they just echo in the void. When tragedy strikes, some manage to pick up the pieces, rebuild, and move forward. Others, weighed down by additional stressors, struggle to break free. Life doesn’t wait—it’s a relentless current: keep living, or you’ll be left ...

Digital Life Versus Nature

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You are here:  Home  » Digital Life Versus Nature  The family at a Miami Dolphins game! (November 24, 2024) I pulled my car off to the side of the road because I did not want to be on my phone while driving. There were things to be done that couldn't wait, so I thought I would be safe to pull over. I was wrapped up in what I was doing, and something tragic was about to occur. The sun was rising and I almost missed it. This was a moment of digital life versus nature. Allow me to explain. So here I am, buried in my phone, focused on what I was reading when I glanced up to survey my surroundings, glanced back down, and suddenly stopped. I closed my eyes, shook my head side-to-side, and thought, what a fool. Moving my head back slowly, I opened my eyes, gazed eastwardly towards the horizon, and paused as if I were stopped in a knee-jerk reaction. This rising sun was a sight I had seen before, yet I was captivated by the rising sun, breaking the horizon and the color of the sk...

A Drive Through a Zombie Apocalypse into Work

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You are here:  Home  » A Drive Through a Zombie Apocalypse into Work Christopher Jr. and Nico at The Swamp at the University of Florida. Go GATORS! July 12. 2024 July 5, 2024 I started my vehicle. The rumble from the motor shakes the ground, rattles the surrounding environment and alerts the neighbors that I am off to work. The vibration rattles me awake. Or could the jitters be from the 12 ounces of caffeinated coffee I chugged down before I left the house? It's Sunday, but it's not a fun day for me. I have to work. It sucks, but thankfully I only have to work every other weekend. The morning drive was deprived of human activity, so it was quiet ride into work since it seemed as if everyone was still sleeping but me. The birds' chirping broke the silence, voiding out any thoughts that an apocalypse could be upon us. Why don't we have more zombie animals? I dock my phone, set the music, don the sunglasses, and head out in search of the occurrence of crime and disorder. ...