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Why I’m Riding…

Today is my mom’s birthday. She would have been 69 this year. But cancer took her from me back in 2008. Over the years, cancer has taken a lot from me, but her death hits me the hardest.

Truth, it’s hard for me to deal with the loss of my mom, but I can’t even begin to imagine what parents go through when they lose a child.

Because of that, I ride to support finding a cure.

Happy birthday, mom.
Miss you.
me and mom

If you would like to support my ride, you can do so by clicking HERE

p.s. I hate the way I look in this photo… so… LOL



I know I have been an absentee blogger as of recent. Summer semester has me a bit tied down (and not in the good way) with a lot of writing and reading, and the subject matter leaves me pretty drained (who knew Pop Culture and Literature would be so heavily Marxist...ugh... ) so I really don't feel like writing for myself let alone play video games (yeah, that part right there is the real test...)


June 10th, 2016.

Yesterday marked two anniversaries. One that I am shocked has come and gone and the other that I am just shocked.

Yesterday. Continue reading Yesterday…

Shut up. You have a good wife. Now, go home.

“Shut up. You have a good wife. Now, go home.”

That is how every single one of the conversations I had with my mother about my spouse ended. Whether it started as a tirade of blasphemes against her character or an embellishment of wrongs that she had done to me, her response was always the same.

“Shut up. You have a good wife. Now, go home.” Continue reading Shut up. You have a good wife. Now, go home.

Happy Birthday, Mom

Today is my mom’s birthday. (if that wasn’t readily obvious by the name of the post)


It’s been over 6 years since mom passed away. In the last few years, I tend to think of her less on the everyday. Instead, sometimes a week will go by, sometimes even two, before I have a thought about her.

Not sure how I am suppose to feel about that. It’s kind of strange, because part of me wants to feel guilty that I am not remembering her as often, because, you know, she is my mom. Then the logical part of me thinks I’m crazy because, well, she is gone, and how weird is it to want to talk to and miss someone that isn’t here anymore.

It’s a fight an interesting fight between emotion and logic, sure. But am I the only one who has ever had this thought process battle on in between their head and heart?

None-the-less… Today, I’m missing her.

And that’s ok.



Happy Birthday Mom.