Recently, I informed my children that some of their earlier nicknames were Ham and Chunk. At the time, it made perfect sense. The older one, starved for attention on the…
Put aside all the pettiness and the everyday battles and the nagging and the hate and the discussions on whether David Brooks should have just stuck it out at the…
It’s been eleven years since I’ve been blogging here (actually, that happened on the 21st of this month). These days, the blogging is very infrequent, which is why it would…
A Florida beach after a storm. Calm after the chaos. Driftwood and seafoam and the odd unmentionables here and there. As you get older, your eyes zero in on all…
Mothers come in all shapes and sizes. And they also come in all levels of judgment. Some come from faraway lands –like perhaps Mississippi– and they find your child wandering…
Thicket of Cherries, originally uploaded by Madame Meow. Spring is ironic because it's a beautiful event that is the walloping harbinger of life, and then death. It happens so quickly,…
It's not just the fact that the District of Columbia is a little evil empire onto itself– a little oasis of rabidly outspoken with such a dramatic and shocking disparity…
Following the theme of yesterday's (ha-ha) post, it sometimes hits me with the force of what I would imagine a speeding train would feel that I have two actual, live,…
I am cheating, and the Hierophant, were he to exist, knows. Yes, I changed that date setting. Yes, I am trying to make you believe that I actually blogged last…
I know you were thinking you were a cool, compassionate man, sitting there with your coworkers and your cool tags,enjoying your business lunch, sipping on Diet Coke. Hey, I would…
A Daily Dose of Zen Sarcasm! 