All Entries in the "Memoirs" Category
“Honey, Eddie is Office Depot, not Home Depot…”
“Get me a flat head screw driver from the garage.” It was more of a command and not a request. I ran to the garage and looked frantically through the unorganized tools. I’d look and look and my heart would race, if I couldn’t find it, I knew I’d be the one to blame.
“I can’t” [...]
“The Feel Good Memoir of the Year…”
When I put all of these stories together that I am writing about my life, I hope that it is an uplifting and inspiring tale - not one that sends people into depression.
My life has been crazy, but everyone has their story, some are just more dramatic than others.
What I do want to emphasize is [...]
Stretched
The food was the best part about going to my grandmother’s house, but I didn’t like going to see her all that much. We’d sit in the tiny living room which always seemed to be sweltering hot while my step-dad made small talk with his parents.
This was the house where my step-dad grew up. A [...]
Lord, it’s the devil…
As we sat huddled up in the bathroom hiding, my mom would start singing a song, “Somebody’s knockin’ should I let him in, Lord it’s the devil, his name is Chuck Renz…”
My step-dad would pound on the door, but it was locked tight. I would peek under the door to see if I could see [...]
Bob & Sharon
Bob was always nice to us, but I sensed something dark within him and also a sadness. It was in his eyes, the way he moved, the way he talked. He had close-cropped black hair that was seasoned with a little gray. He was probably in his late 40’s and he wore his life experience [...]
The Foster Children
“I’ll kick your ass!” Bubba screamed at my step-dad. At 4 years old he was feisty and I feared for his life. My step-dad was not someone to be talked back to. I can still remember the jangle of his belt buckle as it was coming undone. The leather swish, swish, swishing through the belt loops. I’d [...]
Let’s See How Far We’ve Come…
Terry Wayne, a six-year old blue-eyed boy we referred to as “Bubba”, came running through the house with a sack filled with feces. The white trash bag teemed with toilet paper as he made gestures at me and my sisters as if he was going to throw it at us.
After a couple of months [...]
NIP / TUCK
“Tell me what you don’t like about yourself…”
I had plastic surgery when I was 22.
When I was 21 I lost 113 pounds by dieting, running, and eating mostly Healthy Choice meals and drinking more water in a day than most camels in a year. Inspired by years of taunts and jeers, I finally got tired [...]
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