We Dingles have a family secret. It’s one of those things that we don’t talk about. A skeleton in the closet, blight on the... Read More
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… on recovered grampa and dogs who choose poo over rabbits
“If the dog hadn’t stopped to shit he’d have caught the rabbit.” Yep. Grampa’s back. He and Granny drove up to see his surgeon... Read More
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… on freakin’ bisquick
I have received many messages over the past few months of this fledgling blog. By far, especially initially, the messages would gently (or not... Read More
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… on it all being greek to me
About a week ago, I got a text from number three son Jack. I should probably point out that number three son Jack is... Read More
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… on an old house and a sign maker named Tim
A few weeks ago, I got an e-mail from Tim Kearns. I’ve never met Tim, but it is no longer rare to do business... Read More
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… we dingles love our ice cream (a text to prove it)
Shark Tank is a show where contestants pitch their business ideas to a team of investors. It has become a team sport of sorts... Read More
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… on video games for seniors and an opportunity to date up
Today I got my first ‘senior’ solicitation. I was certain that, when this day came, my solicitation would come in the same form that... Read More
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… a text with mac about poo
Proof that I sometimes have to reach out of the mancave for support. This is a text with my daughter, Mac. I am green.
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… on a prison break and a very special bawston moment
What were you doing yesterday afternoon at approximately 3:47 p.m.? Huh. Sounds reasonable. You wanna know what I was doing? I was meeting the... Read More
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… on marshal dejeweled, odd metaphors, and being a man
Oh, hey! Sorry for the mess, John’s been gone since Sunday and it’s been pretty hectic. I know I only have one kid at... Read More
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… on an empty nest, temporary ocd, and calvin and hobbes
I’ve written about being a mama bear, even a bristly one. Protecting cubs, advocating for cubs, and the occasional mauling of a particularly obstinate... Read More
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… on why blaze could not have had plastic surgery in europe
Late last night I heard some commotion at the side door. Monty was up and woofing, so I came downstairs and, lo and behold,... Read More