Before he was a grandfather and before he was a Dad, Grampa had many jobs. A child of the Depression, he has told stories... Read More
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… on slippery slopes, prejudicial behavior, and being mayor
Oh hey. Listen, I grabbed a coffee on the way, don’t worry about me. I need to talk to you about something. Sigh. I... Read More
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… on a poem for fall with a little boston and maine tossed in
The trees are sayin’ “Let’s reti-yah” Their leaves are fallin’ from the sky, yah I’m lookin’ out the window, a yah Enjoyin’ my first... Read More
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… on dead trees, post puppy depression, and a vacation
Today is tree-taker-downing day at the Dingle house and it’s just – because I want another ‘d’ word – dandy. Along the side of... Read More
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… on fall, my red rubber coat, and skip to my lou
Fall is my favorite. Oh my Gosh, do you know what I just realized? It’s after noontime. We can have a glass of wine,... Read More
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… on a migraine, uber villains, and shakespeare
I only put “Shakespeare” up in the title for literary appeal. I can’t come up with a snappier title today because I have a... Read More
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… on photographic evidence of a stuck puppy
That’s Marshal Dillon Dingle up there. Stuck Marshal Dillon Dingle. Scene: I’m sitting at my kitchen counter and – having learned from past missed... Read More
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… on a homecoming, a nearly dead husband, and a plea
Over the past few days, things here have been pretty dang busy. There have been backs and forths to the hospital to visit Grampa... Read More
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… on loving an old yankee man (part two)
Months ago, I wrote my first post that had a ‘Part Two’, and I remember that I was completely flummoxed regarding how to start... Read More
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… on loving an old yankee man
On August 9, 1993 I took the plunge and began living with another man. Yes. It was a shock to my friends and family,... Read More
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… on the freakin’ alarm clock
In my room, I have a small oak writing desk. It sits along a short stretch of wall directly across from my side of... Read More
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… on a year with marshal dillon dingle (a poem of love and thanks)
The light into my bedroom streaming Morning light sends wood floors gleaming Small shifts and shuffles from their dens Two German Shepherds softly dreaming.... Read More