Living with My Dad, Remembering My Mama

I’ve been in an altogether different headspace over the past few weeks, which is to be expected what with my mother’s passing, our move, rearranged living circumstances, etc.

I’m listening to a song right now (Okay, it’s Panic! At the Disco!) that just sang the line, “Hey kid, you’ll never leave this town,” and it’s a funny coincidence because I was always afraid of being that kid.

The kid who’d be agonizingly stuck in Middle-o-Nowhere, Texas, with a perpetual “present tense” that never changed.   Continue reading