What Really Matters, According to Me

I love Bob Segar... But wait, I haven't mentioned my sister Melinda. She was like a mother to me when I was a child. She had a rough life. Having been abused as a child, she was spiritually scarred and confused, but she loved me and I loved her. Melinda took me to see Bob Segar in concert one summer he came to San Antonio. I remember driving the hour down I 10 in her old black Chevy pick up, with no air conditioning. I didn't care. Very few cars I rode in in those days had AC. It was the time of my life. I knew Melinda loved me. I felt it. No matter how rough she was or unacceptable to proper society, she was acceptable to me. She had done everything bad a person might think of. She was the person who introduced me to pot and wine coolers. She didn't know she was hurting me. She was trying to draw me closer to her. I don't fault her for any of it. Standing with her and singing and crying listening to Bob Segar live was an amazing, unforgettable experience. "Janie w...

Right around this time of year, every year, I get in a little funk. I know that isn't a real word. It's hard to describe, though. I'm not depressed. I'm not grumpy. I've been called preoccupied. Maybe that's it; Preoccupied. On the 12th of August, 1990 (a lifetime ago for some people), a small girl came into my home, having left the bosom of the Father to be my baby daughter, Heather. She was small, a little premature, but healthy and beautiful. She came on a Sunday. On the 9th of September, 1990 (a lifetime ago for some, but yesterday for me...), the Lord sent an angel to call Heather away from me and back to her heavenly home. It was around 2:00 a.m. The rest of us were sleeping. She left on a Sunday. The four weeks that sweet little girl was mine to hold were brief. Yet, her brief presence in my life has changed me for the rest of my life. One would think there could be no regrets in a four week long relationship, except for regrets for what might have been, ...

Not waves of water and brine, and winds full of sea salt- but passion and contempt within the hearts of men; this is the tempest raging in these last days of earth. This is my blog, so I will say what I think. If you are worried I will offend you, please stop reading. What's going on? Why is rudeness acceptable when it comes to politics? "Where were you when Reagan did the same thing?" "Is it that you just hate the Democrats?" "If it were Bush you wouldn't have a problem." I've had to tell people, "I was a kid when that happened... that's why I didn't have an opinion." "I didn't have kids in public school when that happened." "I didn't vote for him the second time." "I didn't think that was a good idea." etc. etc. People can get so angry and belligerent when it comes to politics. Sometimes people make far reaching assumptions that, in other areas of life would be obviously inappropriat...