Early in our marriage, we moved to Houston so my husband could seek his fame and fortune at a big city police department. He had been an officer two years in our home town and our little life was rocking right along. I was 22 years old and had never been away from home. Suddenly, I…… Continue reading Life Lessons
I’m pretty much a legend at my local police department. I might even say this story is an urban legend…except that would indicate it is not true and I’m here to swear that it is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God. I love to tell the tale…… Continue reading The Burglar and The Baby
Crime in the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s and even into the beginning of the new millennium was not significantly different from it is now. There were burglars, bank-robbers, rapists, drug-dealers, serial killers, hookers, child-abusers, assassins, petty-thieves, juvenile-delinquents, scam-artists, stalkers, and vandals. The way police dealt with the criminals was not significantly different, either. Cops spotted…… Continue reading Take the High Road…There’s Less Traffic There
It’s heavy. It’s awkward. Its hot. It’s stiff and unwieldy. Its uncomfortable and yet comforting at the same time. It’s the first thing on and the last thing off. It’s what I feel for every time I wrap my arms around him…just to make sure. And…it covers his heart. It covers the heart that beat…… Continue reading It Covers the Heart
By the time I was 25, I had experienced not one…not two…but three police funerals. Three officers, whom I knew well. One killed when he stopped on his way home to assist a motorist and was subsequently ambushed. One who my husband found dead shortly after he arrived to assist him on a traffic stop…… Continue reading Incredibly Strong Women
Something inside me says “write.” Write what you know. Write you you’ve experienced. Write how it feels. Write about police life. Write about the funny things. Write about the sad things. Write the truth about all manner of things blue.
All Manner of Things Blue 