I had a dream of an early morning sunrise and I was there, back home, and walking up the staircase at Eisenhower Park near the Korean War Monument. The sky was clear and the wind was warm and soft. I could see the glow from the early orange sunlight touching the east side of the monument.
Everything was Continue reading
Category Archives: The Daddy Diaries
Notes From a Divorced Dad
The truth of the matter is there are always two sides to the story. And I get that. The problem comes, however, when either side refuses to admit to the wrongs on their side of the fence. When it comes to divorce; things can be ugly. And when it comes to divorce with children —things get even uglier. There is a third side on this one. There is his side, her side, but many seem to forget the children’s side of this.
Divorce is a strange but Continue reading
Letters From a Son
A lot happened since my last letter to you. In fact, so much has happened in a short amount of time, I’m not even sure where to begin. I don’t even know how to describe it and fit it all in one note.
I’m learning more and more that there are things I cannot say any longer. Each day, I learn more about the meaning behind the words we use and how we seem to forget that everything we say has meaning. No matter how loosely we use a word or how we choose to use our them; Continue reading
A Walk Down Memory Lane
Mine was five houses north of Front Street on Merrick Avenue; and mine was the room, up the stairs and to the left. This is where it all began. This is where I went from sleeping on a bed with Popeye the Sailor sheets to something more fitting, like say, a bedroom with Black felt posters on the wall, with black-lights, and strobe lights along with as small globe light that sent tiny prism shaped colors across the ceiling. There was a Jim Morrison tapestry hung over my Continue reading
From A Boy To A Man
“Are you out of your mind?”
I say this often, but I’m not sure why. When I was a troubled youngster, I hated this line when it was said to me and it was said to me often by The Old Man. Most often, this was said to me after I had done something idiotic and always, this was screamed after I did something so blatantly and incredibly wrong.
“Are you out of your mind?”
The Old Man was Continue reading
Something from The Daddy Diaries:
One day you will be older. Today will be gone and so will tomorrow.
Someday, my answers to your questions will make more sense than they do now. And someday, whenever that day may be, you will look back at this; you’ll look back and be able to see through the misunderstandings; you’ll see through the misinterpretations, and the miscommunication. Someday, you’ll look back and you’ll see through the times when I was Continue reading
Note From a Dad
There are things in this world that will bring a man to his knees. To begin with, the obvious is when a man sees a girl for the first time. He feels an unfamiliar and uncontrollable emotion. Equally as intense as it is unexpected, love comes without warning and everything automatically changes. Life looks different. Love comes along and suddenly, the moonlight from a full moon and the colors of sunrise are seen in an entirely new way. Continue reading
For a Dad and His Daughter
It’s called gastroenteritis. I was never really sure what this word meant. I was very young and very sick with this. I think gastroenteritis has something to do with the inflammation of the muscles in the stomach and intestines, causing terrible vomiting and a list of other problems. To me, gastroenteritis was just a really long grown-up word that made no sense and kept me sick.
I do not have too much memory of this bout of mine. The memories I have though have lasted with me throughout the decades. Aside from the hospital stays and the needles they poked me with; aside from Continue reading
From The Daddy Diaries
Poem To My Punky:
You are older now
and time is different in the sense
that I still see you
as this little girl with wild,
curly-blonde,
frizzy hair.
I still see Continue reading
Growing Up
In the earlier days on Merrick Avenue, the neighbor would have her grandchildren come and stay with her for a few days throughout the summer. Both were military sons with a father in the army. Both were younger than me. The oldest grandchild was younger than my by two years and the youngest was younger than me by three years.
They were good kids. Different from most of the boys I knew; the two brothers were fun and lighthearted. Neither of them wa Continue reading
The Written Addiction 