I mean, he’s not 18 in this photo. I’m thinking 6 here. (The All-Star Game was in Chicago in 2003. See the T-shirt? So this is probably later that year.) (But the T-shirt might be old. So it might be 2004.) (You expect me to remember these things? You expect me to look it up? Not… Read More This kid is 18
I’m a pretty positive guy. I really am. My wife has called me, when she’s had enough of my too-rosy outlook, “Pollyanna.” Every time she does, I get really mad and I sputter around a little and I can never think of a comeback. When it comes to this time of the year, though, I’m… Read More Fall. Dammit
MARY JO: Whaaaat? This isn’t supposed to be here yet. Is it …? JOHN: Well, it says, “You are Tigertown Bound.” I think, uhhh, yeah, I think it is. MJ (peering under the address label): “Dear Luke:” … I can’t see … I’m not sure … JD: What’s it say, what’s it say? You gonna open… Read More Who wears short shorts?
I’ve spent the last seven or eight months wandering through the strange, sometimes exhilarating, often scary world of freelance writing. Like anything (or most things) that have to do with work, freelancing has its good and its bad. It is work that is, blissfully, “location independent” (a term that I learned from the subjects of a piece… Read More The free* life
An update: Friday, a few weeks after he finished his last college application, Luke got his first acceptance. We knew the word was coming down at about 5 p.m. ET. Luke wasn’t going to get home until after the football game that night, and Mary Jo wasn’t about to wait until then. So she jumped… Read More P is for possibilities
Mary Jo points out that a year ago today, Sept. 26, she brought Brodie home. Which seems as good a time as any to post this: This is a picture of our bedroom door. The little mark on it, on the left side, is about 12 years of The Greatest Dog Who Ever Lived butting his… Read More Little remembrances
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