My mama liked this song. She wasn’t really an optimistic person but she was always hopeful. And I think that this song buoyed her sense of hope. One thing I know for sure, through all of the struggle life threw her way, she never forgot how to smile.
I don’t know about you but I’ve always loved the Young Guns movies and Bon Jovi. To this day, you can catch me belting this song out while I’m tearing down the road on my way to wherever. These movies made me want to marry Lou Diamond Phillips when I was a kid. But eventually […]
Back in 2000-ish, I was living in Orange, CA and working at a Barnes & Noble in Santa Ana. I was broke (because I was working at Barnes & Noble) so my transportation options were feet, bus, or bike. I went with bike. As I was riding home one afternoon, a man rode up next […]
My sister and I were barreling down the road in my POS Escort hatchback, singing this song at the top of our lungs. And it doesn’t matter where we were or where we were going. It just mattered that we were singing and making one of my favorite memories. Enjoy.
When I was little, I wanted to be a dancing doctor from the moon. While I no longer have a desire to go to the moon (or even hop on an airplane), I did dance for many years. And I was a massage therapist for quite some time, so there was some helping people feel […]
1987. Sandy Lake, Pennsylvania. Our basement. And Guns ‘n’ Roses plays while my brother, sister, and I rock out. My brother was always Axl. Because, well, he was the oldest and that’s just the way it was. Enjoy.
When you sit in the bed of a Radio Flyer wagon and pull the handle back toward yourself, it becomes a steering wheel.
I once rode in a van full of gay teenage boys.
I took off as soon as the black cloud of bees shot out of the ground and came flying up around me.
We used to run through our yard in the dark trying desperately to catch fireflies in our hands. Floating yellow beacons against a black night that drew us to them. We’d run after them, gently catch them between our palms, and leave just enough open space to peek through our fingers and watch them light […]
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