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Reflection of the Dashboard Lights

Reflection of the Dashboard Lights

When I was a small child living in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, my family would often drive three hours to go to Dallas, Texas to visit my dad's family. We spent many holidays there. We would usually start the drive after dad got home from work and would arrive there at night. This was during the days before seatbelts were required to be worn. Because seatbelts weren't required, my brother, my sister, and I would argue about who got to lay where in the backseat. One of us would lay in the back window area, one would lay in the seat, and one unlucky soul would lay on the floor (which meant the hump in the middle was right in your back). I remember

Who Am I...

Who Am I...

Edit: I cannot begin to tell you how much I have struggled with this. Whether to post it or just leave it be. But sometimes, healing is in the telling and releasing of it. If there was ever a time in our relationship when you thought that I was oversensitive or acted odd, then this might be the puzzle piece that makes things make sense. I am not trying to air my laundry or unload my suitcase of issues. I originally wrote this around April 12th or so and have thought about it ever since. Today is April 27th. And now it’s the 28th and I am still nervous about posting this. I am concerned about reactions from those I love and care for. Th

Burning Cotton

Burning Cotton

Kind of funny dad story For those that don't know, my father passed away on Aug 1, 2014. I know it's long, but it's kind of funny and touching. He sent this to me in an email back in 2008. I've only edited it for a couple of typos. Other than that, I've left it unchanged. ------------------------------------------------- The following took place in September of 1948 when I was six years old. At the time my dad was a sharecropper who grew cotton on a farm in Red River County, Texas. We were what one might call "dirt poor" and lived in a little unpainted shack of a house about a quarter of a mile from the Red River. We had only one family o

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TonnichiwaHobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the favorite :D
April-LittleHobbyist Writer
Thanks so much for the favorite!
ebturnerHobbyist Artist
You're welcome. It's easy to fave something when it's that good! :)
KajmHobbyist Writer
Merry Christmas!
ebturnerHobbyist Artist
Thank you! I hope you had a very merry Christmas my friend! 
KajmHobbyist Writer
I saw you stopped by. How goes everything? I'm bouncing off the walls a bit, improving though.
ebturnerHobbyist Artist
It's going okay. Just finished up my 1925 map of Europe. Will be posting it tonight. I'll be starting on the 1939 map of Europe tonight or tomorrow. 

I saw a status update from you about taking a vacation from DA in my notifications. But I deleted it too fast to read it all thoroughly. So I stopped by to read it slowly and thoroughly. I hope all is well with you. 

I suppose I'll see ya when you get back. Take it easy.