Concrete Gray Steps
This is my childhood home in New Albany, Indiana. In the summertime the hot sun would blaze behind the house where I would sit on concrete steps and squint into […]
Category Archives: Childhood Memories
Henrietta Lukemeyer
Henrietta Lukemeyer was an elderly lady who lived down the hill from my childhood home in Indiana. She rarely stopped by to say hello to my mom, but when she […]
Never Be Afraid of a Bully
When I was a child, my adoptive father would always joke with me, telling me that he and my adoptive mom picked me out from a room of babies. “I […]
We must not Stand Silently
Sometimes a seemingly insignificant event in one’s life may later turn out to change that person forever. That person was me. When I was a teenager I took my girlfriend […]
Blinded by our Light
At an early age, my adoptive mother taught me to be compassionate, kind, and to respect every human being. She instructed me to be slow to anger, to laugh at […]
