One of the funny things about living in a small town is that you might recommend a mechanic to your niece and she might take her car there and one of the mechanics might be utterly charmed by her tiny human. And then when you take your hanging-on-by-a-thread Buick in and get told the suspension… Continue reading Small Town Boys and Buicks
Scenes from Erma
Near the end of October, I ran away for a long weekend. Sort of. I went to Dayton. The Erma Bombeck Humor Writers' Workshop was taking place in person. Finally. After having been originally scheduled in April of 2020 (pause for laughter). It was great. My roommate was a darling, the workshops were great, and… Continue reading Scenes from Erma
Weary
Kate Bowler is an author I follow. You should read her books, especially Everything Happens for a Reason (and Other Lies I've Loved). She asked a question on Facebook today. If you're a caregiver, what do you wish people knew? Well. I had thoughts. I wrote a comment. I backspaced it away. I wrote a… Continue reading Weary
Tales from the Underdeveloped Prefrontal Cortex Front
Paul had to take Levi to the football field early this evening. Levi is doing pit crew for the high school band. This means he carries around equipment and gets to ride the band bus to the away games and beg me for money to buy nachos when they get to roam around during the… Continue reading Tales from the Underdeveloped Prefrontal Cortex Front
Fourteen
And now this kid. How is he fourteen? It was just yesterday he was running around the house in a onesie and hiding all the spoons in the house under his pillow. We still don't know what that was about. This one likes music, like me. Some years ago he was learning Ode to Joy… Continue reading Fourteen