Author Archives: Scott M

Let me start the second part of sharing this journey by pointing out that the story has a happy ending. I like to think I ended up a fairly well-adjusted, successful, happily partnered Gay man. But it’s not something that … Continue reading →

I struggled with how to title this post, but I decided to go with the pejorative terminology.  Now is not a time to be delicate or sensitive. I’m just going to lay out the facts.  I’ve been very honest on … Continue reading →

Football season has begun and the South has lost its mind. See Football games are both a metaphor for and a microcosm of Life in the South.  I’ve never really understood all this fuss about football- be it High School, … Continue reading →

Being born in the South, you are raised with a lot of preconceived notions.  When you are young, you are taught to accept certain things without question. Well, I’m really am glad I’m not young anymore.  I’ve learned too much … Continue reading →

I’ve recently had a revelation.  The concept of ‘”summer jobs” is really a passe concept. Nowadays it seems kids spend the summers going to “camps” to increase their skills and marketability for College as opposed to earning cash for college … Continue reading →

This is a repost from Lostinthe21stCentury.com, my other blog, from back in May.  September 11th seemed like a good day to visit it again. New posts for this blog are under construction and coming soon… I am blessed to be … Continue reading →

Okay, this one is going to be short and a bit of a rant…. As most of you know, Lou, my Mother, is now in Assisted Living. What goes around has come around… She is famous for having my Father’s … Continue reading →

There are three predominant themes to life in the South:  Sex, Religion and Drinking.  I’ve touched on each of these subjects and will do so more on the future. For now, let’s concentrate on drinking. That seems to be the … Continue reading →

I am now a gym rat.  I know several people who read this blog and have known me since childhood have already fainted.  Please pick yourselves up off the floor and work with me… I will readily admit, until I … Continue reading →

I can pinpoint the exact moment when I lost my religion.  Or at least my patience with organized religion. Growing up, we were Social Baptist.  That means we went to Church, like most people did back then, as kind of … Continue reading →