I reckon I need to begin with an apology. Things have been a bit busy of late and my posts have suffered. I find myself answering E-mails inquiring if I am still among the living. Well believe it or not, I’m still kicking. But I fear there may be one or two out there thatContinue reading “Do You Have a “Loser’s Limp?””
Category Archives: Tales From Childhood
Alway Choose The Wing
(A reflection of Character) By Michael Miller Southern folk are a peculiar folk, raised a bit different we were, but southern “mountain” folk…well, that’s another subject entirely. I’m afraid I cain’t speak for everyone else, all I can do is relate insight on how I was taught, unfortunately, that’s a time long gone. ThisContinue reading “Alway Choose The Wing”
Lessons from my “Dad”
The man I came to refer as my dad in fact wasn’t. My “real” father decided early on that four children weren’t worth his time, so off he went in search of greener pastures, softer women, shiny cars, etc. etc. My mother was then faced with the insurmountable task of raising two boys and twoContinue reading “Lessons from my “Dad””
In the garden; God placed an Apple.
It’s been said; “Be careful of what you ask for, you just might get it.” We’ve all heard it, you might think given my age, I would have learned that by now. Unfortunately, even in my fifties I still catch myself looking over the proverbial fence, admiring the “greener” grass and staring at things thatContinue reading “In the garden; God placed an Apple.”
A master of everything “Shag” Branch
By Michael Miller I do my best with finding a “balance” of sharing short stories, things to think about, and of course filling everybody in on the “Tin Cup Clan.” But from time to time a certain story in particular may hound me to no end. I am truly honored (not to mention humbled) thatContinue reading “A master of everything “Shag” Branch”
Back in the day, everybody owned an outhouse
By Michael Miller Built onto the rear of my papaw’s auto-shop was the little two-room shack my mother, father and my brother and I called home. It wasn’t much by any standard, just a single bedroom shared by the four of us and an extremely primitive living area. In the far corner of our livingContinue reading “Back in the day, everybody owned an outhouse”
