I’m not sure what’s going on. For the past week, every time I get in the car, my palms start to sweat. By the... Read More
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… on grampa’s many jobs and the ass who delivers our mail
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