Month: March 2014

Going to the hospital, Part 2

If you follow my blog, you’ve read several stories about the illness and death of my wife, Tracie. But there’s one story you don’t know – because I’ve never told anyone about it before. Until now. Many of you have read before that shortly before she passed away in the fall of 2004, we spent…

Give Derf a chance

I knew there could be a problem the moment I heard my mom say, “We found the weirdest message at work, and we’ve been trying and trying to figure out what it means.” But I’m getting a bit ahead of the story. I’ve always found coincidences to be a funny thing. I’m always amazed at some of…

If you can play soccer on a hill . . .

In the small town where I live, a small group of parents are working on a rather diabolical, although ingenious scheme, that will, in time, change, and yes, even SHOCK the world. At least the world as it relates to soccer. Sure, small towns in Arkansas aren’t known for revolutionizing the game of soccer, which…

How I unwittingly became a criminal

It was a dark and stormy night . . . Ok, it wasn’t really dark. Or stormy. In fact, it was a bright, sunny August day. But dark and stormy would have at least given me an excuse for one of my most embarrassing moments. It was the summer before my senior year in high…

Son’s questions continue to pummel fatigued father

If I had a dime for every question my son has asked me over the years, I can assure you that Bill Gates would no longer be the richest man in the world. Here’s another sampling of what’s been on my son’s mind in recent weeks. “When you were growing up, did YouTube only show…

A slave to peanut butter

If you were to cut my son open, I don’t think you’d find the usual innards that make up most humans. instead, you’d see nothing but a light, creamy brown color because I’m almost SURE that he is made up of nothing but peanut butter. Ok, I admit, you might find a few pepperonis and…

Sick child cured by Guitar Hero . . . maybe

My son has been sick here the last few days. He’s had a cough that sounds like a herd of opossum running around the race track with money on the line (I know this because I’ve seen them under our house. I lost almost $300 betting on them, too. But the corned beef sanchwiches were…

To a stranger, thank you

The year my wife was sick was full of ups and downs. Hope and despair. And time never seemed to go at a normal pace. There were days and events that were just a blur. Yet there were some moments that seemed to last an eternity. While there are many things I don’t remember about…