Happiness. It's relative.
I know my way around a roll of duct tape. I also know the names of most tools and can mount a good argument about whether the screw we are working on outside needs a Phillips-head or an Allen wrench. (Who were Phillip and… Continue Reading “Duct Tape, Flat Tires, and Other Things”
Don’t you wish sometimes you could have a Field of Dreams kind of experience and meet your parents before they were your parents? Encounter them somewhere ordinary like the line at the grocery store or getting gas at the corner station? Just chat with… Continue Reading “Ageless Timeless”
Friends can really queer your deal. You think you’re all competent and able and a friend comes along and starts feeling sorry for you for whatever reason, obvious or not, and you become a six-year old looking for a big hand to hold crossing… Continue Reading “Fly Like an Eagle”
My uncle’s name was J. No, it wasn’t Jay. It was J. This was a guy who was born in 1911 so it wasn’t like his parents were into some symbol for the person formerly known as Prince thing. Why would anyone name their… Continue Reading “The Person Formerly Known as Short Pants”
My right arm is a collection of bruises, mostly gained in the process of unloading Tempest from the truck. You see, she is compelled to leap, dash, climb over and under other dogs and things to get out the door first. This meant that,… Continue Reading “Tempest WAITS!”
Tempest, our retired sled dog from Alaska, has been here in Wisconsin for a week. Here is what I see in her. She is a country dog. She is new to houses, stairs, streets with cars, bicycles, and places where there are dogs who… Continue Reading “Tempest Update”
Today at the beach, I saw something that made me glad and grateful and pretty right with the world. A young woman, her husband, their little boy, who was maybe three or four years old, and their little white dog on a leash were… Continue Reading “Today at the Beach”
That’s my brother on the bed, being a new baby, the afternoon’s sunlight softly sprayed across my parents’ bedspread. He is waking from a nap and because he is their first baby and still new, my mother calls for my father to fetch the… Continue Reading “Time in a Bottle”
Sometimes, on summer nights when he’d decided not to work late but to instead come home and maybe put some hamburgers on the grill, my dad would ask me if I wanted to go hit a bucket of balls at the driving range. It… Continue Reading “A Bucket of Balls on a Summer Night with Dad”
If you finally give up the running shoes that you paid a hundred dollars for and worn for a year even though they kill your feet, the guy at Goodwill will smile and the Mistake Police won’t arrest you. The benefit of having a… Continue Reading “Ten Little Thoughts”
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