My son has been sick here the last few days. He’s had a cough that sounds like a herd of opossum running around the race track with money on the line (I know this because I’ve seen them under our house. I lost almost $300 betting on them, too. But the corned beef sanchwiches were…
To a stranger, thank you
The year my wife was sick was full of ups and downs. Hope and despair. And time never seemed to go at a normal pace. There were days and events that were just a blur. Yet there were some moments that seemed to last an eternity. While there are many things I don’t remember about…
Sisterhood award (and yes, I know I’m a man . . . )
For those of you wondering, I’m a man. A REAL man. Not one of the fake ones or anything. But even so, it’s an honor for me to be considered for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award. Those that know me or have followed my blog, know that I started this kind of as…
Never lick a gift horse in the mouth, and other misquoted song lyrics
I won’t deny it. When I’m in the car, I like to crank up the radio, find a song I like, and sing (ok, maybe closer to wailing) away. I won’t do it with others in the car. Not because I don’t want to share my voice, but my singing is so bad, it’s been…
Eating healthy can be hazardous to your . . . errr . . . health
I have a problem with balance. Now I know most folks think balance is a good thing, that we need balance in our lives. And in most cases, I would agree. But here’s my problem. I like to run and exercise on the one hand. But I also like to eat, and usually it’s stuff…
I don’t live in a zoo, but I do live above one
There is a place between the earth we walk on and hell. It’s a dark and dangerous place. Dank and smelly. And full of creatures who have bright eyes, sharp, pointy teeth, and they don’t shower on a regular basis. Am I talking about another dimension? Another world that houses demons and spirits? Am I…
Reading to my kids – some of my favorite memories
I’ve done a lot of different things with my kids over the years, but some of my favorite memories came from one of the simplest of activities – reading to my kids. For the most part, my kids enjoyed it too. Oh sure, I had to tie them down to make them listen sometimes, but…
My wife displays grace, while I try to comprehend
It’s an afternoon I’ll never forget . . . because it’s still so hard to believe. It was a sunny, fall afternoon in either September or early October. I can’t remember now which it was. But the details are still as fresh as yesterday. I was sitting at the dining room table with my wife,…
Cheatin’ at Pick-Up Sticks
I have a confession to make. I never cheated at Pick-up Sticks. But don’t ask my daughter – she won’t believe you. But first of all, how can you cheat at such a game? Second, why would you even bother? It’s Pick-Up Sticks, for goodness sake. When my daughter was younger (translated – more than…
The 501 hats of a single parent
I don’t think about it all that often and certainly not every day, but from time to time it hits me – how many different roles I play as a single parent. I know it’s not as bad some days as it is others. And I also know that parents who are married also have to…
Holding together the jello 