Faith’s First Day of Pre-K


Hello friends,

Today, my little angel stepped into the vast world and began her journey through the muck and mire of the Florida school system. Not really, she just started pre-school. We are so proud of her and all of my kids for the efforts made today. I have two in high school, one in middle school and one in pre-school. Needless to say, I am both excited for her and heart broken at the same time. @smiles.


Looking at the post years later made me cringe. Now, as a father of six and a grandfather of almost two, I would never have posted pictures of children.  Picture removed.

My Dad

7/10/2012 9:04:09 PM


My Dad, he’s humble now

His mind  not as sharp

Some that he was is gone

Like the dust in the wind


The love he felt is ever so present

The change in him is himself

The part that make him who he is

The love he feels is still there


Gone are the days of changing

That which cannot be changed now

The problems of life are not his

Many are the hours spent in silence


The days mesh and run to months

And so do months to years, I fear

He is older now and events are few

But those he attends are dear


My legacy is a fate we share, I fear

Days of my future spent in solitude

Thinking away the days of my past

And trying to remember the present


His mind is gone but

In his heart I will always reside

For your Dad is your Dad for always

He will always take my side


His suffering brings rebirth

An appreciation for my family not

Had before.  To know what I know

I love my Dad and family more so.

Americans Die


Americans Die


Girls and boys at the movies watching


A man takes action toward infamous heights


He stalks the kids and moves against them


Kids scream and pain and all the time latching




Parents cry, children die


And a nation mourns them all


Victims rage and feel sorry


For an actor that cannot deny




His actions are for fame


And nothing would please him more


To hear his name on the evening news


He doesn’t try to share the blame




A nation recovers and wounds heal


We hear of bravery and strength


And less of cowardly acts


Innocence is the biggest casualty


M Ragland

A Temperamental Rain

That she was the one,
he knew because of the way
it was raining–
a temperamental rain
that showed no signs of letting up,
in a day
whose dishwater light
was a wavering ghost
on the varnish of the piano
as water dripping
from the leaf-choked gutters
cast faint, moving shadows
on the walls,
as of minor chords
and measures of wandering notes.

It rained
in convolute,
unresolving passages,
and the girl at the bank
gave him an inadvertent,
interested look,
and at the board meeting
he spoke with a resigned ease
that dissolved
the worry in the room,
for all day it had seemed
as if someone were playing,
with beautiful fingers,
the strange music
morning light had spattered
on the walls.

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Michael Jordan