Most Recent Memoirs

On August 8, 1994, the greatest man to ever walk the planet was born. His name was Anthony, and he grew up to be the greatest crime-fighting superhero ever known to mankind. This is his story. JUST KIDDING! I really was born on August 8, but I am... (more »)

My entire life has practically been spent in bleachers. It all began when I was ten days old and at the 1994 Bellaire Baseball State Championship, after that it wasn’t just the games that my father was coaching... it was any game that his school... (more »)

As I jump out of my shiny blue dodge pickup, the scent of freshly moved cattle manure surrounds me. Noticing I have my foot-tall rubber poop boots on, I don’t try to avoid the frozen cow pies that are scattered upon the ground in front of me. As... (more »)

Culture can be defined in many different ways. To me, culture is your set of values that you believe in and the lifestyle that you live. Culture is something that defines the actions, thoughts, and beliefs of a community. Culture can come from... (more »)

They work hard. They built themselves from the ground up. They didn’t ask for help and even if they did it was their last resort. They didn’t take no for an answer. They took on debt, equivalent to the price of a private jet. They sound... (more »)

There are some whose influence goes far beyond their designation. Mrs. Swanson is my piano teacher and mentor; however, these titles do not do justice to the gifts she has imparted to me. The gift of music is primarily a slogan found in music... (more »)

“Your sister has cancer.” I can guarantee that no older sibling ever wants to hear those words, because I’ve heard them before. I’ve heard them slide off of my mother’s tongue, each syllable reluctant to leave her tongue, gripping to... (more »)

Part I Music. To be able to hear or play music that is calming or pleasing to the soul is a special treasure to the player as much as the listener. I have a special passion for music which started long before I began to play the flute. When I was... (more »)

It’s every cowgirl’s dream. No, it’s my dream! My dream to race around the last barrel and demolish everyone in my division! Sweat was dripping down my face in the hundred degree weather. I could hear my horse’s breath getting harder and... (more »)

She’s ashes now, only ashes. She was burned and crumbled into a million tiny fragments and scattered on the wind. She’s clinging to trees and curling around bramble, hanging on like so many terrified gray butterflies, but not really frightened... (more »)