I have to admit. This one is a little odd. I mentioned in a previous post that my mom was a nut bar. And, even though Mom passed away in January 2018, she continues to make me do crazy things. She always said she wanted to be cremated when she died, a request I was…
Last night, I took Mom to her first concert ever. We drove up to Tulsa with Mike and Sarah to see Garth Brooks.
Note: My mom is a caring, intelligent, wonderful woman, whom I am lucky to call a friend and love with all of my heart. That, however, is not the subject of this particular post. My mom is a complete and utter nut bar! Let me start by explaining a little something about Mom that will be…
Note: I originally had a point to this post, but, somewhere along the line, I forgot what it was and it was just too cathartic to stop writing.