When I was a child, I sat on the edge of a single bed and listened as my father told me how he was going on a business trip. He never came back. He was, in fact, moving out. The nuclear family I had been born into died that day. The funeral was the day … Continue reading Leaving
Today, one year ago in the early morning hours in Florida Hospital Orlando, Papa ended his fight. He was 71 years old. Here is the obituary that I wrote for him. It wasn't published in his hometown paper. A shorter more mundane version was published. Momma didn't think his Pennsylvania family would get it. She was … Continue reading Remembering Papa
This last year has been rockiest of my life. In early July 2017, I wrote about my heartbreak when my relationship of over a decade ended. By early August, I had decided to move. It was a long time coming; little of the move had to do with my Ex. He only helped in determining … Continue reading The Writer, the Move and Death
This is my Papa. I met my Papa when I was thirteen years old. I was already taller than him. And he still had some color in his hair. Since then we have both grown quite a crop of steely gray hair. According to legend, he fell in love with Momma over homemade spaghetti. She … Continue reading The Writer and Her Papa
Today, my Momma turns 69 years old. Last night, she went to the emergency room with her baby-girl. It was her anniversary to Papa and she spent it with me whimpering in pain. A stomach virus took me out and my Momma took care of me once again. It is what Momma's do. They take … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Momma!!!
He's not your real father. So don't expect him to care. She's not your real kid so don't expect her to love you. Step-kids aren't really kids. And Step-parents are just playing a game that they can stop at any time. But my Papa loves me. He shows me everyday and has always got my back. Years … Continue reading Not A Real Family (April Page 18 )
When I was twelve years old, I got the very best present in the world, my Papa. He didn't come exactly on my birthday. I don't even remember the exact day, but when he came in to my Mom's life. He made sure she was in mine again. We finish each other's sentences. And if you … Continue reading Papa – The Birthday Boy (April Page 14)
When Momma goes down We all go down When Momma's not happy no one is happy Because Mommas are the glue that holds us all together And when they go down we all go down Til one of us rises and the Momma we become. If you’d like more information on Lucinda's work subscribe to … Continue reading Momma
The best gift this year came with a gold bow on top and wrapped in a DAV (Disabled American Veteran) blanket found in a thrift store. My Papa put a gold bow on his head on Christmas and it was awesome. Not that my father has never done anything cool or cute before. At 4’11”, … Continue reading Thank You, Santa!!!
Warning: This post is a bit wobbly and may be subject to fits of rambling thought. This last week, I was sick with a cold so awful that all I could do was come from work everyday and go to bed. As I type this I really hope that the last of it has left … Continue reading From the sick bed to the work desk…