Fits and Giggles

I don’t know how or who came up with the philosophy of having days dedicated to individuals, or really what goes into actually making a specific day, revolve around a specific theme, meaning or person, but I do know I am very thankful to whomever for this specific day dedicated to fathers.  The philosophy behind this day, of being able to take a second, to stop, and let that father or father figure or figure that took on a important role in your life, know how much you care and have grown from them is priceless.  So let me take my second to tell you about my Dad, Gregory. D. Ashton. My dad has always had this silent-genuine-caring-ability about him. He doesn’t have to say much to let you know how much he truly cares, it’s just a way he is, that you never question his loyalty or motives, he would take a bullet for anyone in his family, and the fact that he doesn’t have to constantly prove that, is what makes him different. He has a calmness about him, and sincerit...

When I have an overwhelming feeling or experience or a mood swing-ishness I write, and explain, and publish, because it’s in all entirely freeing and it’s almost like a scratch you can’t itch, it does not stop scratching until you’re able to reach that spot, find some weird object that enables you to get to the spot, and itch the damn thing.  This is me itching and getting the damn spot.  Growing up, I always was fortunate enough to always have family around. I was never more then 20 minutes away, and was always able to make it home if I needed to be home. This was familiar to me, and I really didn’t know anything but.  What I realized was how much I missed this when I moved away, and wasn’t able to jump in my bug/s (if you know me you know) jeep, or whatever I was driving at that time and hop in my car and go to my grandma’s house to make applesauce, or go to my grandma’s house for stuffed shells, or go upstairs and simply sit in the same room as my brot...

They say, that turning 30 is a turning point in one's life. I say, THEY are correct. Dead on. Nailed it. I don't know if it's the dreaded 3 next to the Zero that stares back at you when you wake up on that day of birth, and look at yourself in the mirror, and all of a sudden have these flashbacks of memories that feel like days, that were YEARS ago. I don't know if it's the realization that you now have to accept that your 20's cannot be used as an exscuse as to why you randomly F up, or it's the fact that it's just a fact, that you are now in the 30 club. But something happened when I woke up that day, in Hawaii (not a bad place to take on the 3-0).  I promise I felt different, I felt almost at ease with myself, content in a way, everything felt okay. I then went on this beautiful hike with one my dearest friends, and there was just a sense of clarity and genuine happiness, it was in itself blissful. NOW getting to this day, let me tell you, the past ...