I wanted to show another side of David not just the writer or the editor, but the man the one who refers to his small family as, the charmers. Without further ado, I give you David.
This is my favorite picture of my mom and me. It was taken several years ago at the family homestead where she's lived for over forty years.
She could be called a stay-at-home mom, but she was much more than that to me. She was someone who listened to my troubles, congratulated me on every miniscule accomplishment, and gave me a love for reading, movies, and music. I remember watching with her many golden oldie films like KEY LARGO and THE ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD. She inadvertently taught me what makes a story tick every time she'd switch off the tube when a show was a waste of time. She handed me THE PRISONER OF ZENDA and Mark Twain books to read. From Sinatra to Springsteen, we would enjoy music together. What an influence!
What credit I may receive for my humble writings, or even the BEAT to a PULP webzine, well, she gets a humongous slice of the credit. She was always in my corner cheering me on.
The curtain to her final season is descending too quickly, and I intend to be there for her. I love you, Mom. Thanks.