I married Alex Coyle on July 11, 1986.  His looks alone could stop you in  your tracks.  He was unassuming, kind and lean, gentlemanly and fatherly and gone way too soon.  He considered everyone his peer and his equal — from the beer delivery guy to the school custodian, to the local comic and the […]

The Pink Huffy From 4th to the end of 5th grade, I would sit cross-legged on our soft and yellowy-tan shag carpet in the corner of our add-on living room, and roll Garland Daily News newspapers while watching two of the three best TV shows ever made: Gilligan’s Island, I Love Lucy, and The Dick […]

I am not a fool, nor ignorant of what others have suffered– including my own mother and father.  Therefore, I lay no claim to the worst childhood in America — not by any means. My childhood most certainly had happy moments, but two humans woefully unprepared and unable to bridge a loving, functional, human partnership will […]

Alex was the ultimate planner of vacations. He would lay in bed with his ipad perched on his chest on top of a pillow.  He would endlessly search for the perfect undiscovered paradise.  How he figured out in 1986, without the use of Google or the world wide internet (a phrase he often used),  that […]

My Grandmother caught on fire early one morning in 1929.  As she headed to the small barn where dairy cows fed behind her very small Fort Worth home on Broadway Street, she heard an explosion.  Her twenty-nine year old small frame immediately turned and ran back to the house to search for and rescue her […]

Hello!   My name is Margie Coyle. The love of my life, Alex Coyle, widowed me on November 28th, 2019. This traumatic and sudden tragedy in my life left me with a broken heart and mind, that to this day is still healing.  But I am getting better every day, as they say, one day […]