Easy like Sunday Morning

Keep drinking, keep smiling, keep laughing. Drown the hurt. Lie about the heartache. Laugh so loud they can't hear your screams.

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Watching my steps

You were the perfect example of what not to be. Nature pulled me in your direction, but nurture gave me another way. I still look down when I walk. Dead set on not following any of your footsteps.

Trail of Questions

When you left me you left questions. What was wrong with me? Why didn’t you love me? Why did everyone else deserve a father but me? When you come back into my life you came with more questions. Why now? Why should I trust you? Why should I give you the time of day? All... Continue Reading →

Grandad Gaston

Professional football gave me the means to do a lot of awesome stuff, but beyond the material things it allowed me to take care of the people I loved. I got the opportunity to move my grandfather in with me and be his caregiver. Jenkins Gaston Moore was fiery, comical, and as wise as he... Continue Reading →

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