My memory is of a table Upon it, colorful Christmas cards I lick the stamps because I’m able As Mom writes her holiday regards. A few years later, I... Read More
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… on christmas movies. asterisk.
Today is a big deal official holiday in Dingleville. It’s Decorating Day. There are fires in the fireplaces, pancakes and bacon have been consumed. Big plastic bins are appearing... Read More
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… on thanksgiving morning
Morning breaking, I’m partaking in coffee offered by my love. My smile spreading, I toss my bedding and thank my lucky stars above. In just a while, joining my... Read More
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… on a most thankful thanksgiving
On Thanksgiving Day 2006, I sat in a chair pulled up to the side of a hospital bed in the Intensive Care Unit at Tufts Medical Center in Boston.... Read More
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… on apples falling from trees
You know the saying, ‘The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree’? Ya? You know the horror that courses through your veins when someone telling you that you... Read More
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… on freakin’ rainbows and T
Do you remember when I told you the story of T and Marshal? Seriously, no? C’mon, it was late last summer and I wrote my first two part post... Read More
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… on the stigma of canine mental illness
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 family name kind of thing.... Read More
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… on batkid and folks doing a dang good job
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 up the Bat Signal, calling... 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 the other day and I... 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 become a dynasty. I will... 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 so gently) prompt me 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 not technically a son in... Read More