REAL LIFE IS JUST TOO DAMN SCARY

I'm 55 and blessed to have both of my parents, nobody has to remind me of that. But somewhere along the way, I've put them on the same level as my people, what most folks would call my characters. My people come to me fully formed, with a story to tell. They talk a mile a minute and to be completely honest, they write the book for me, I'm simply the typist. The thing about them is, for the most part, they never get old and SPOILER ALERT, they never die. To me, my parents are sort of wrapped in the warm cocoon of their own stories, not in a Bill Murray/Groundhog Day sort of way, but they're … [Read more...]