Moving across country is not for the softhearted. One must be willing to part with unnecessary items. Purge the dross. Winnow possessions to the basic few. It is no time for sentiment. Therefore, it is with heavy heart that I must say farewell to thee, Fluffy Bear. Steadfast Teddy these past 45 years. Give or… Read More R.I.P. Fluffy, Bear of Noble Mien
Dad was never a big letter writer. Then later in life, after he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and had a few serious illnesses, Dad realized he didn’t have a lot of time left. He began to “get his affairs in order” as they say. He made sure everything was in good standing for Mom.… Read More Letters From Dad
Note: Since I’m on vacation, I’m giving you a rerun. This first appeared on June 3, 2015, back when I was new to blogging and had about 10 followers. It relates a childhood memory of mine that involved murder and explosives, as all good memories do. Also, the post includes a recipe because when I… Read More My Glorious Summer of ’76
One look at that little rodent corpse, the serene look on his face, and I knew. It was a clear case of mouse suicide.… Read More The Suicidal Mice of 40th Drive
Alrighty gang, our judgment on last week’s Bad Theology post was considered not harsh enough for some readers (though one defended the picture), and I pledged I’d condemn with greater vigor from here on out. Later, I found myself saying, “Meh. I’ll do what I want.” In any case, I want you to know it’s… Read More Bad Theology or Bad Parenting?
Feeding on Folly 