The day before yesterday… was it the day before yesterday? I don’t even know. Anyway, one of the days before today, I was writing... Read More
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… on nicknames lived up to
The Disposable Shack. Disposed. Well, not quite. But now I am thinking it was so unfair to refer to this wonderful home as the... Read More
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… on pondering along with an understudy
Meet The Understudy – the at-the-ready stand in for the Sam’s now-crunched automotive star (unable to go on). This is her, prior to meeting her... Read More
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… on life stuff, all of it and all at once… always
This morning we awoke to a pop and the sound of our beloved fan, the one we turn on each night for its pleasing... Read More
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… on dreams of sleeping with the enemy
Okay, here’s how it’s going. Let’s start with the fact that ‘The Disposable Shack’ is an ironic title. It only became ‘disposable’ once we decided... Read More
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… on five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred… legos
Yesterday, the Nearly Perfect Husband (also known in these parts as ‘Daddy’ (Marshal), ‘Fah-sah’ (Gabe), ‘But Daaaaad’ (Mac), and – depending on what he... Read More
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… on a new tradition
I have two nieces whom I refer to as my practice kids. And, now that they are all grown up and have responsible jobs... Read More
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… on my-byself, but not
This morning I tumbled out of bed, nearly literally. All my-byself. It was early, and JoHn has been away for an unexpectedly long time... Read More
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… on the dark side of a photo shoot
When I started writing here, I knew that – even though I might want to write about the people in my life sometimes – I didn’t... Read More
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… on an anchor
By this time, in mid-October-years-past, I would have had The Disposable Shack* decorated to the nines. What is ‘decorated to the nines’? That number seems rather... Read More
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… on acorns and oaks
There is a college a wee bit south of us… Okay, eleven hours south. Fifteen if there are multiple pile-ups on i95, somewhere around... Read More
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… on that half smile
Gabe has had a thing for shoes, pretty much from his womb-period. Swear to Gawd, the kid was born knowing how to spell ‘Nike’…... Read More