The Walk…another improved section of an old writing….unedited, incomplete…
“Dad? Dad are you home?” I struggled to open my eyes. Blinking away the sleep, I sat up in the floor and wondered where the voice was coming from. I turned my head slowly to keep from causing a worse hangover than I already had. “Baby is that you?” A petite silhouette outline showed in… Continue reading
Governmental Bureaucracy, Headaches, and A Lost Driver’s License…a remembrance…unedited…
In 2011, I lost my driver’s license because of my epilepsy. I was cast into a role of dependency, and I hated it. “You can have your license back if you remain seizure free for 18 months,” my doctor assured me. “How?” “Take your medication, avoid ‘high-stress’ situations, and everything will be right as rain.”… Continue reading
A Walk in Darkness…the rewrite…
I remember… Those two little words are both rapturous and the bane of my existence. My memories have led me to this place, this abyss of depression and anxiety. It’s a mental prison filled with the screams of the past, a place of oppressive darkness. I sat in the glaring white office of Dr. Wilson… Continue reading
I am trapped in a hole. It all started on a brisk fall day. The sun shined, the wind blew, and the birds sang. It was a typical autumn day in Mississippi. Squirrels raced across my yard as I carried my coffee to my rocker. I sipped my coffee and watched as life happened all around… Continue reading
I’m a retired soldier. Writer and full – time coffee addict. I was born and raised in Mississippi, and I joined the Army at 28 for a life of adventure and travel. Interests include: Reading, walking my two pups, Casanova and Chunk, spending time with my wife Chassidy, and trying to pen the next great American novel. I am on Instagram under Freeman’s Front Porch Musings. I sometimes do Twitter under LarryF7371.