Livin' The Dream

#1   First Words My first words, according to my dad, were either the Sportscenter theme song--"Duh, nuh, nuh...duh, nuh, nuh"--or "Bud," which one of the regulars at the bar where my dad worked taught me to say while slamming my empty milk bottle down on the rail for a refill.  Either way, I'm proud, but my mom couldn't be less pleased, so for the sake of keeping her happy, I say my first real word was "Mama." #2    First Memory My first memory is hard to pinpoint; there are three candidates that come to mind, but two lack credibility and all are pretty fuzzy.  The oldest comes from when I was less than one year old, in the Georgia State University daycare in downtown Atlanta, where my dad was taking classes, studying to be an English major.  The memory is strange and questionable because it feels like I'm looking down on myself, hovering over my body with a bird's eye view, and I'm just watching as I crawl up a blue padded r

This page will hereby serve for the exclusive telling and selling of my life story in the form of an autobiographical memoir documenting my 26 years of life.  I will be publishing the contents of my trilogy right here on this blog over the next few months--chapter by chapter, week by week-- with the eventual goal of offering my completed work to you in a variety of formats.  At the corresponding links, you'll find more information about me, my dream, my project, and my passions.  Thank you for reading and feel free to leave a comment!  Much Love!    -CTM