Yesterday morning, after having nowhere else to turn as a crime spree threatened to engulf his city, the San Francisco…er….Gotham City police chief sent... 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 saying thank you
Back in February of 2005, my beloved New England Patriots were playing the Philadelphia Eagles in the Super Bowl and we were about to... 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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… 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 her pies and a golden tassel
Her pies. This conversation started out Friday night with Number One Son, Sam calling from New Orleans to let me know that he was... Read More
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… a poem on a weathered tree, for weathered humans
Weathered I stopped today beside the old tree, its branches peppered with fall’s last leaves. The ground beneath a carpet of gold, each fallen... Read More
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… on loving football and being feminist peewee pervert
My nearly perfect husband had made me a roaring fire in the fireplace. Chicken corn chowdah (a Dingle Family fall staple) was on the... Read More
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… a poem because I walked into a falling leaf
Today I walked through a breeze of leaves swirling and whirling and dancing with trees, who bustled and leaned and reached and grasped, trying... 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 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