Thursday, December 31, 2015

Dear 2015

Dear 2015,

I really don’t know where to begin. You have been an interesting year; a trying year. 365 days of uncertainty and stress; 8760 hours of growing pains and tough lessons. If I were to be completely honest, I’d say that I’m glad to see you go; that “good riddance” was in order and that I can’t wait to bring in the New Year. But 2015, you were much more complex than that and to end my time of reflection with merely what is listed above would just be an oversimplification and essentially miss the mark altogether. You see, you’ve been an excellent teacher and have made me better; for all your ups and downs, you’ve been worth it.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Love Letters: Volume II

In the first installment, I told you how I met my wife. How we stumbled across each other on two different occasions on the same day. It was fun and sweet and set us up for the long haul. The foundation had been laid but now it was time for the next step. It was tie to initiate our next interaction. It was time to make the call.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Love Letters: The Beginning

I married my college sweetheart. We were one of the few couples from college who made it and there was a time when we both thought it was over. This story is one of love. It started off as your standard passionately toxic, chaotic, rebellious, head-over-heels, “I can’t live without ‘em”, hopelessly romantic love but has evolved into a deeply rooted, maturing, enriching, 1 Corinthians 13 kind of love. This will chronicle that journey.

These Love Letters of mine are in dedication to my wife; Samantha Sophia. This will serve as a reminder of how we started, what we have overcome and where we are headed. But there is one main reason for writing this: my wife is both brilliant and absentminded. Her memory is atrocious; like, no joke- really, really bad. I begin to reminisce about a particular time or event and I find her staring at me- both blankly and intensely, as if I’m telling her a fantastical fictional story for the first time. (No, seriously… no recollection whatsoever- UNLESS, I did something wrong; then, in that case, it’s seared in, time stamped and filed in her brain accordingly for reference). It's important to know the entire story, for the sake of context. So, where to start?

For me, the only place worth starting is at the beginning.

Friday, February 13, 2015

The Lab: Where the Magic Happens

This is my creative outlet; the right lobe of my brain exploding!

Music, Poetry, artwork (mainly from the kids) and any other product from my muses in life!
I grew up in a family of musicians. My father was the Minister of Music at Northside Church of God in Gifford, FL. ~Yes, Gifford.~ I never lived in Vero. In fact, we lived in front of the infamous Green Leaf Bar, the heart of Gifford at least when it wasn't closed down for various infractions- but I digress. 

I've been writing songs and capturing melodies for as long as I can remember. Most of them, I lost in my youth without a deliberate means of retaining them. Consequently, RED was formed in High School. I went through a long drought without so much as a stanza, for years. So now that the tap is flowing again, I don't plan on letting it go to waste.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Fatherhood: The Legacy of Lineage

This is my heart. This is where I share the insights and lessons I've learned from both my Heavenly Father and my Earthly Father. Some of these lessons weren't cemented until I actually became a father and began to see myself and my immortality in my offspring. It’s a sobering realization: that everything that they will have, know and become will in some way- either directly or indirectly, purposefully and accidentally- be irrevocably tied back to you, as their parent.

Monday, February 2, 2015

The Inescapable Cost of Fame

I was in the kitchen Saturday morning when my wife comes in and says that Bobbi Kristina was found unconscious in a bathtub. “What do you mean?”; I asked redundantly, knowing good and well I understood every word she stated. I couldn’t help but flash back to 3 years ago when I heard the news about Whitney. It hurt; like really hurt. Honestly, I don’t have the appropriate words to explain exactly why it hurt, but it just did. On second thought, my only sister, Carla, looks a lot like Whitney and I think it hit a nerve. Yeah, that definitely did help.

Now, we’re talking about her daughter? She’s a 21 year old kid that lives in, what at times seems an alternate reality. It’s a world where privacy is an elusive commodity and every mistake and flaw is magnified. I mean, the only reason why I’m having this discussion now is because she is Bobbi Kristina, the daughter of the late legend Whitney Houston who died entirely too soon for me. Bobbi Kristina, a woman who bares her first name from a father she’s had a complicated relationship with.  Everyone in the family has been criticized at one point or another. The crazy part is that celebrities, or stars- notable people in the spot light are expected to handle constant ridicule as a part of the gig.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Welcome to the Man Cave!

This portion of writing space is merely my manly venting session since the only other dude in my household is barely potty trained (And I mean barely- He's a destroyer of fine sheets!). I know, usually the Man Cave is an actual location where large screen TV’s abound and it carries the ever-so-slight scent of man stench. However, due to our recent move to Orange County, CA from Florida; that ambitious project is on hiatus! Baby steps, people. Consider this a mixture of my personal Soapbox and Barbershop for all things manly- Sports, Cars, Action Movies, and satirical view of Pop Culture. This will also be the landing spot for everything else I can't cleanly label elsewhere, so reader beware.

Greetings and Salutations

Greetings and Salutations,

Welcome to my corner of the digital universe!