I have inadvertently created a monster. Laying in bed with my daughter, in my bed where at 7 she still falls asleep most nights, we were engaged in a round of the standard bedtime songs when I started a mash up and Bridget laughed so hard she cried. She thought it was hilarious and ever… Continue reading Itsy Bitsy Fru Fru
And good riddance I might ad; a thorn in my side has past. Daylight savings is the enemy of the unwilling early riser, stealing away the dawn in those desperate early days of spring and bringing hours of morning darkness in the fall. Usually today is a happy one for me, but today started with dog… Continue reading Farewell to Daylight Savings.
One part of aging is watching yourself become the things you once disdained. The other part is this realization, which would have horrified me in my thirties, simply amuses me at fifty. Back in the day, so to speak, I rode a silver Cannondale road bike but eschewed “roadie” culture: no lycra, padded shorts, team… Continue reading Aging Without Grace
I knew a man who lived in a small house in a city out west. Overall it was a good life, he had a nice home that he remodeled himself with beautiful oak floors he laid by hand and the sweetest tall legged gas cook stove from the twenties, a good dog and teen age… Continue reading Dreams are always cleaner.