Category: Writing

If you have spent time with a male between the ages of five and, oh, say nine, then this story will make perfect sense. If you have only been surrounded by young ladies, and have had no brothers, skip this blog. You will roll your eyes and mutter, “I don’t get it.” But this is…

Went to the grocery store today. Pretty ordinary sentence I just typed there. And I’ll just bet when you read the title you figured I had made (another) mess in public. Well, I can see that. I have had my adventures in crashing into displays, knocking over a line of bicycles, and sending about a…

You may know that I am retired. And that word has come to mean that I get ‘tired’ and then I get ‘re’ tired which means ‘tired again’. If anyone out there thinks ‘retired’ means the equivalent of ‘rest’ then I signed up for the wrong gig. I am very busy and one day soon…

What’s on your mind? Yeah…I decided that this blog would be about you. “About me?” Uh huh. I’m bored with me and so I decided I would push the laptop your way and let you “ponder YOUR life while I look over YOUR shoulder.” That’s okay isn’t it? I know you’ve been pondering. Sure haven’t…

Hey…unless you have been living in a cave, it is a presidential election year. And this is a good thing. I mean, we do live in a democracy and all. And having taught U.S. History for a number of years, I think the whole democratic process for this republic,  while not perfect, is better than…

Well, the Indiana State Fair is over officially this Sunday, but for me it is over today. I have spent about five days at the Fair, which has been my usual status for the last five years or so. No…I am not involved with 4-H, I have not turned into a carnival worker, and I…

Dumb things happen. And usually I am the cause of it. But there have been some unnatural anomalies in my house for which I cannot take credit. But home ownership is not a day at Disney. I have odd occurrences at my address. Like my door knobs. My door knobs seem to disengage from doors…

Well, my daughter and her family are relocating. You know what that means: YARD SALE. And if you are familiar with this phenomenon, you probably understand that some of the customers may be a bit, umm, different. I truly embrace this observation as I frequent yard sales and garage sales, and I am as different…

The title says it all. It is 3:42 a.m. and I am awake. This is not a good thing. I kinda knew that crawling into bed at midnight with a head full of  ‘to do’ lists, anxious thoughts, and the day’s replay of phone calls would result in this. But I tried. I boarded that…

I know it is July. It is steamy hot and the cicadas are singing their summer anthem. The swimsuit is drying on the line from last Sunday’s boat ride and VBS is barely over. Yet I know. I feel it. School is back in session. It is as if I can smell the new shoes…