*Written by Richard Thackston My first memory of my mother isn’t really a memory at all. It’s more of a fragmented, dream-like outline, shaded and color-washed by the stories of others. I have never been sure which sounds and images are my own and which belong to someone else, mere byproducts of hearing the story … Continue reading My Mother Tried to Shoot Me
Do you ever feel like you are too much? Too competitive? Too sensitive? Too Loud? Too quiet? Sometimes I struggle feeling like I am too much of something, in my case, it is usually too competitive. The other day it was a beautiful sunny day outside, one of the first signs of spring and I … Continue reading Why Less Isn’t More.
This morning I got up with the squirrels and cheered on my favorite triathlon partner as she ran a race in Manhappiness. I sped by Starbucks to get caffeine and the Sunday edition of the New York Times (a favorite splurge) and motored out to the lake sans GPS. The sun rose to my right as … Continue reading Always Plan A
Yesterday, as I looked for the puppy’s chewy-ball, I heard a horrible noise and looked in time to see a large touring motorcycle flip, fling, roll, and skid outside. I yelled to Madi to call 911 and raced to the mess with a bottle of water and a wobbly prayer. She called and by the … Continue reading When your life is wrecked