Stevie Nicks
Like a heartbeat, drives you madIn the stillness of remembering what you hadAnd what you lostAnd what you hadAnd what you lost Fleetwood Mac, “Dreams”
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Big Daddy
Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. – Yoda My dad was born in 1954 as the third of five children to Norma Jean Partin and Edward Grady Partin, whom everyone called Big Daddy. Norma Jean was a gorgeous, confident, well spoken […]
PawPaw
“What fools these mortals be!” Puck Whenever I’ve stayed up late with friends, pondering Life The Universe, and Everything, and we discuss big picture things, I say I can’t answer how to honor my father without first considering my PawPaw, Mr. James “Ed” White. He was my first foster father. James Edward “Ed” White was […]
A Partin History
My dad was born in 1954 as the third of five children to Norma Jean Partin and Edward Grady Partin. Norma Jean was a gorgeous, confident, well spoken redhead with dark brown eyes and a voluptuous figure. She was from Spring Hill, Louisiana, near Texarkana and the tri-state border of Texas, Arkansas, and Louisiana. She […]
Danny
Daniel still prays to his God three times every day. – The Book of Daniel
Wendy Partin
Do you have the patience to waitTill your mud settles and the water is clear?Can you remain unmovingTill the right action arises by itself? – Lao Tzu, maybe
Partin vs. Partin
“Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.” ― Maya Angelou
WAR
I arrived at my mother’s hospital room on April 4th, 2019 with bloodshot eyes and puffy cheeks and three days of grey stubble on my chin. I hadn’t slept since I learned she was dying, and I hadn’t been able to speak with her because she had slipped into a coma. I had waited anxiously […]
The Devils in Baggy Pants
On my second day after returning from the first Gulf War, I was walking across across the 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment common grounds when I heard an authoritative voice presumably shouting at me. “Hey there, soldier!” The voice shouted. “What the fuck you wearin’?”
A Partin history
It’s difficult to tell you my family’s history without beginning with the first few years of mine. Fortunately, the first few years of my life are accurately and concisely told in a court report easily found online or on file at the 19th Judicial District Court of East Baton Rouge Parish, Louisiana. I was the […]