The Old Yankee Man has quite a fan club and I get messages all the time asking about him. Usually these messages are sweet... Read More
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… on mattering humans
Some people just matter. And they don’t just matter once or twice, or in the past or you are sure they will sometime in... Read More
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… on a good morning, due to a great ‘good morning!’
Every morning that Sam is home, he texts me from his bedroom: “Ok Send Blaze”. Photographic proof (Sam has the grey bubbles, I am... Read More
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… on a dear, dear world
Number-One-Son-Sam just ate a piece of celery. Stuffed with bacon. Because he can, because as of today he is 20. He has decided, now... Read More
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… on me and georgia o’keeffe and robert frost (wHierd)
This pic reminds me of a Georgia O’Keeffe painting that is not of a vagina. Oh, sorry, was that too graphic for you? This... Read More
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… on a maine winter in black and white
I thought I’d offer a little photographical palate cleanser today. It’s opening day for many baseball teams across the country, including our own beloved... Read More
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… on snow shadows
On Monday I headed up to the old Inn to get it stocked with food and warmth in anticipation of my friends Glen and... Read More
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… on the freakin’ dalmatian kitchen
I’m color sensitive. Wait. Is that a thing? Could I have ‘Color Affective Disorder’? CAD? Oh my Gawd, I think I do. I really... Read More
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…on flying pig clouds and letting it go (loudly)
When I was driving home yesterday, quietly, in my car, by myself being all sorts of cerebral, mentally going over my realization that Aristotle’s... Read More
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… on comfy socks and… comfortableness
Uh. Ya. It is too a word. I looked it up. As in, ‘I longed for the comfortableness of my comfy socks’. It sounds like... Read More
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… on loosing my marbles in dreamland
Stress wreaks havoc on our bodies. I’ve never read an actual scientific study on this myself, but I’m going with it because it sounds... Read More
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… on missing them, and missing farts
Hi! I’m so glad we’re here together. It means a ton. Grief, for me, is a little like exercise. There’s the feeling of impending... Read More