With her 92nd birthday approaching (the end of August), my mother Ruthe must contemplate the final days (or years, we hope) of her incredible life on this planet. I've shared her stories more than a dozen times in this space, among them Everybody's Fine, The Tale of Bobbie Pringle (in 2 parts), and Safe In His… Continue reading Leading The Way
As in Clement Clarke Moore's classic poem, our "stockings were hung by the chimney with care" ... save one minor detail – we don't actually have a chimney, just a mantelpiece (where a gas insert is supposed to go). Twenty stockings in all were hung, one for each of our grown offspring, as well as the in-laws and… Continue reading Let’s Go to the Tape
Since the passing of my mother-in-law on March 1st, my Beloved and I have sifted and sorted through the tangible mementos she left behind. There are photographs and slides aplenty, so I set myself to digitizing as many as possible to add to our (informal) family archive. Scanning the vast collection of photos/slides, etc. required… Continue reading Papers, Please?
My mother-in-law died last week. She turned 94 last October, so her passing wasn't unexpected. In addition to dementia (which prevented verbal communication), she suffered congestive heart failure. Bed-bound over the last six months, she slipped away quietly in her sleep. That was a blessing. Previously in this space, I've shared tidbits about the complex relationship betwixt my mother-in-law… Continue reading Inscrutable Daisy
Friends don't let friends drive drunk. You've probably heard a version of this message from the Ad Council, a gentle caution for drivers and passengers alike. I've decided a similar message should apply with respect to social media. Maybe something like this: Friends don't let friends contrive junk. I know, I know! It's clunky and doesn't roll off the… Continue reading Between Friends
On separate occasions over the last couple weeks, two of my grandchildren have asserted: "My house is bigger than yours." Perhaps this is a twenty-first century equivalent to the claim from my era: my dad is stronger than your dad! When the five-year old initially made the statement, I gently disagreed with him. "Yes, you live in a big house, but not as… Continue reading The Big House
For people who are into fine dining, there's big news in our locale. The news revolves around the Texas chain of hamburger joints, Whataburger, now introducing their brand to northwest Arkansas. (Yes, the fine dining reference is written with tongue-in-cheek.) I think I've eaten at a Whataburger maybe twice in my life. All the buzz about this new chain coming… Continue reading Ten, Two and Four
Children (and grandchildren) are such great fun! When we're at play with them, they have a way of wringing every possible measure of delight from whatever activity has captured their attention at the moment. Push a child on a swing, push him or her high, high, and higher! You're bound to hear the child squeal,… Continue reading Exult In Monotony
When our five-year-old grandson is here for the day (as he was today), he's always anxious for the male members of the family to show up at end of day. He looks forward to playing video games (XBOX) with our oldest grandson ... and he can't wait for my Beloved to arrive home so they… Continue reading Don’t Move Me, Bro!
From the moment the Wells Report was released, social media lit up – once again – over the scandal of under-inflated footballs appearing to be a common practice for New England Patriots football games. Call it Deflate-gate if you like. Detractors and Patriots slam the report, others are demanding Tom Brady's head ... or at least a season-long suspension.The… Continue reading Inves-Deflate