There comes a time in every relationship where you just get sick and tired of looking at the same ole ugly mug across the breakfast table from you. Murder isn’t an option (usually) and divorces can get very spendy. So, what to do to make your life more entertaining and…
Today, I am offering up a sacrifice of a virgin-ish blogger in hopes that his waning life force will bring years of good luck and heaps of cash to my new blog. Yes, I’m kidding. Mostly. I got tired of listening to Michael whine and complain about how no one…
Author’s Note: This was originally requested by and written for a parenting magazine but I never heard back from them after repeated attempts and a tantrum or two. So, instead of shooting a 3 pointer into the trashcan, I thought I’d unleash this beast on my uber-loyal stalkers and the…
The Matanuska-Susitna River, Palmer, Alaska Today is my birthday. Some how, every year in Alaska, wise and thoughtful Mother Nature always seemed to blanket the world with the dreaded white stuff on my special day; suffocating my hopes of having a spring picnic like my brother always had (his birthday…
The greatest common denominator of all living things is death. You can’t escape it. You can’t hide from it. The Grim Reaper will eventually find you and take you to Heaven, Hell or some place in between; whichever you earned in your stint here on the mortal plane. Generally, those…
I’ve been to philosophy class, and studied comparative world religions. I practically memorized “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe” series. I’ve listened to Catholic priests and Episcopalian preachers. I’ve taken acid (then went to a Renaissance Faire) and smoked a little recreational marijuana (yes, I inhaled on more than one…
The Bullying Project Sunday morning, I was watching FoxNews and caught the tale end of the story about the New Jersey father that put the tape recorder in his autistic son’s pocket to figure out why the little guy was so disturbed when he’d get home from school. If you…
Violations of the Writer’s Covenant The day started like most any other day, blearily pouring myself a frosty mug of Mt. Dew while waiting for my beloved but aged laptop to traverse the testy wireless network to the internet. From there, it was just a hop, skip and 3 miles…
Dear Husband – a haiku I’m not your mother You can pick up your own socks Treat me like your wife! You are a grown man Cleaning after you is old It wears me out so! I love you very much But this has got to stop now Before I…
Peeps ain’t got nutin’ on US! As far back as I can remember I have had a love/hate relationship with all things Easter. While most kids where honing their egg hunting skills, I was masterminding a way to get out of the festivities; Sunday School Easter Pageant and the following…
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