I hesitated for just a moment recently before posting a Facebook photo of my dog cowering in the closet during a thunderstorm. Just for a second. It was a really cute picture. There she was, my little, brown dog, apparently anxious about the cacophony happening just outside. Or that’s how I played it off on […]
School’s Starting – A Celebration in Haiku
Your summer hair grew Way too long to be tidy. Sit still for a cut. Large stacks of supplies Litter my dining table. I might lose my mind. Earlier bedtimes Last week would have helped you out. Told you. Dang alarm! Do I think the dog will mope when you’re gone all day? No. Likely just […]
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In search of a not-so-crappy first car
I didn’t have a car in high school, but I had friends with cars. One girlfriend’s dad used to buy used heaps and work on them as a hobby. He regularly had one in working condition for her to use. It wasn’t always great condition, but it got her from one place to another. Janet went through […]
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2 Vans, 12 Runners, 30-Some Hours. A Grand Teton Relay Recap
When the starting gun sounded on Friday, I was still messing with my Garmin. Everybody else took off like they were shot from a cannon. It’s possible our venerable leader made a mistake assigning the first leg of our rely event to a chronic procrastinator. I had the honor of putting our whole team behind, […]
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Mammogram-musings and things about which I am not an expert
I had my first mammogram when I was in my early 20s. I’d felt something, and a doctor confirmed I wasn’t imagining it, and then after considerable poking and prodding and squishing, a full, surgical biopsy confirmed what I’d found was a big lump of nothing really to worry about. I didn’t have another mammogram […]
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Of food snobs, the apocalypse and people who just want some jelly
Mike was telling me a story the other day about his experience in a local restaurant. Oh, not restaurant: pâtisserie. Excuse me. That’s French for specializing in pastries, you ee-dee-ottt. I’ve been in there exactly once, pastry not being my thing. I think someone called a meeting or something, which is how Mike ended up […]
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Mom’s new camping checklist
“Mom, when I’m at camp, what will you be doing?” “Well … when I finally stop crying,” I said, “I’ll probably write a sonnet describing my love for you. Then I’ll call and leave you enough messages to fill up your entire voice mailbox. … And then I’ll find a picture of you and gaze lovingly […]
