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Shift Change
One reason I started writing here is because I grew to despise Facebook and Twitter. After my dad died last year o COVID-19 related illnesses, I decided to leave those platforms. I realized I maintained unhealthy relationships with people from the past and new people I met online. it was not a healthy environment for…
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Wildwood. The Runt.
One day Chris and I rode our bikes to his house, which was about 3 miles away. I don’t remember exactly where it was, but it was off of a street called Cottonwood. No telling why we rode there, but I remember when we got to his house it was messy, inside and out. I…
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Wildwood. Growing and sinking.
Jenny lived across the street with her sister and her parents. They were super nice people. Jenny was a few years older than me and for some reason she didn’t play outside with us. Even though she was a kid, she was also friends with my mother. One day we were at her house, and…
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Wildwood. Ice cold.
I had to get even with Fred. We were playing in the street, and I don’t remember why, but he chased me. I ran as fast as I could, but he caught up with me and pushed me hard! I lost my balance, slipped and hit my forehead on the step at our front door.…
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Wildwood. One tree.
Fred’s dad was drunk. I really shouldn’t know this, but my mother talked about him. She loved to talk about him. She would ask me to fetch the cookies from beneath her bed and talk about him. She kept a steady supply of Danish Wedding cookies under her bed along with potato chips and some chocolate…
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Wildwood. What child is this?
Wildwood Drive was the last street I lived on with my dad, sisters and mother. My dad sold health insurance and our mother was a stay at home parent. Our mother came from an affluent west Tennessee family that was connected to politicians and criminals. If you ran for governor, senate, congress, or president, you…
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Wildwood
My birthday is in October. I don’t know what it’s like now, but when I was a child, October birthdays were taboo or something. It really messed up the school year. I remember it so well. One day, Sherwood Elementary, I was sitting in 3rd grade, and they came and got me and put me right…
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Bill Webb, Sr. 1943-2025
One of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I wrote my dad’s obituary. William Gowen Webb, 81, of Memphis, Tennessee, passed away on Sunday, February 2, 2025. Born in Memphis on September 24, 1943, to Dr. C.R. and Martha Webb, his family relocated to Ripley, Tennessee, in the 1950s to establish his father’s rural medical…
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Bill Webb, Jr. 