August 12, 2022
Signs, signs, everywhere a sign Blockin’ out the scenery Breakin’ my mind Do this, don’t do that Can’t you read the sign? That Five Man Electric Band, heavy sigh, I don’t think they like signs at all. But I do. Well… at least on a case by case basis I do. That one up there? Oh yeah. Love... Read more...
August 05, 2022
I Want to be Silly Putty Old photographs, From an old box Tucked into the loft Of an old barn How long since I’ve seen these Before the last move… Or the one before that Certainty fritters itself away I see you laughing Feel the heat from the summer sun On that beach day Hot... Read more...
July 07, 2022
I am a cow owner. Well. I could be a cow owner… or a cow babysitter. I’m not sure. What I know is that this cow showed up, in the waterside garden, on the day we celebrated the launch of June. In case that was unclear: The cow is not named ‘June’ (and we don’t launch cows... Read more...
Okay. Let me get this out of the way right now. I have permission to tell this story, directly from the perp. Also, yes, the... Read More
One funny moment after Jack proposed to Mac (and Mac dissolved, pretty much, into a melted snowman puddle (but recovered quickly enough for us... Read More
This spring morning I awoke to the conversations of a thousand winged beings. And as I yawned and stretched I realized… This was nature’s... Read More
Every Easter Sunday morning since First Born Mac was puny (pew-knee), there has been a rather loud and massive hunt for candy. The Easter... Read More