Personal Journey

T is for Tory

Tory was an easy baby, the easiest child, the hardest teenager. I think each phase caused the next. You see, Tory was so breathtakingly sweet that losing her to the atmosphere was that much more bitter. By atmosphere, I mean adolescence. When a rocket re-enters earth, there is a gap in communication while it makes… Continue reading T is for Tory

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D is for Darwinism

Warning: some readers may find the following childhood memories too graphic. Darwin and I don't agree on everything, but that didn't stop me from acting out his theory of survival upon my brother. Yesterday I told you about Grandpop's train set and how Kev and I would use it as a trouncing platform. For the… Continue reading D is for Darwinism

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C is for Conniver

Conniver, third generation. That was me, per my grandpop. He used to tell me I was just like my mother and her mother. Even at ten years old I knew that wasn't a compliment. To be fair, Grandpop was right. My genetic predisposition for conniving would rear its ugly head whenever my little brother and… Continue reading C is for Conniver