The fog is heavy, and our stare is strong. We must choose between right and wrong. The glistening of sweat. The feel of your touch I must choose between hating or loving too much. If the sinners on earth burn in hell and we’re two of the doomed; I’ll never tell. The power of money …
Rain clouds have moved in, the weekend’s here, and so is the Rodeo. You can already smell the mix of sweat, dirt, bulls, and, well, some good ol’ bullshit. It’s that time when the town gathers—drinks in hand, gossip in full swing, kids mutton-busting, and everyone just staying connected. But today, I’m not feeling it. …
A new neighbor moved in across the street, and my son and I watched as they climbed out of the moving truck, stomping around their cold driveway with anger in their eyes. Their body language screamed frustration and control. It wasn’t long before I found out they didn’t want my roommate’s old, weathered Chevy parked …
These days, everyone seems to have an opinion about everything, and they’re not shy about sharing it. It can get pretty tiring, especially when people argue over things that don’t matter much to me. Social media feels like a giant spittoon for negativity. People come together to share their thoughts, but when they don’t agree …
I loved her. She was a handful of trouble. She was a gift of love. Some people looked right through her like she was invisible.But I saw her, and she was beautiful. She made me laugh, and some days I just wanted to hug her. She wore me out, and some days I wanted to …