To Pamela Joy Here in our bed I cry I woke up looking for you my darling Today I am supposed to say goodbye Yet search I will again, tomorrow morning Brad
Right Turn in Life
This is not the usual story that I place on my blog, but please don’t stop reading because the story will follow. Yesterday morning at 8 AM my heart was broken and my life was shattered. I leaned over my beautiful wife and said, “I love you. I have always loved you. I will always…
I Failed – Revived
In honor of the late Paul Harvey, Now for the Rest of the Story; Picking up from the end of the blog story “I Failed” The car’s gas gauge read below empty at least 10 miles from home that evening. But, on Sunday morning, we drove it to church and back home. On Sunday night,…
We Were the Lucky Ones By Georgia Hunter
A Wreckless Book Review This is a griping and powerful book, but it simply follows the personal lives of a family. There are so many take aways from reading this book that each reader will find their own. There were times I wanted to stop reading the book because the reality of pain described was…
I Failed
Driving up I-77 in South Carolina toward Charlotte North Carolina I was not sure I had the gas to make it home. All I felt was fear. The reason for my fear was miles behind me in Columbia, but I could not shake it, or out run it. The real concern was right there in…
Thanksgiving at Christmas
Thankfulness in the holiday season is normal for most people. It is a time we reflect while thinking through the passing year. In reflection, we can see both happy and sad memories. The emotionally healthy review of life keys on the happy memories rather than the sad. The sad ones fade more and more as…
Road to Understanding Honor
On the narrow back road leading to our small town, Dad was driving his 1953 Dodge four door sedan to the building supply store with a fifty-five gallon drum in the trunk. I was now four years old, standing proudly in the front seat tucked behind my dad’s right shoulder as we rounded the curves…
It All Started Here
Why does a boy grow up to be a writer?