“Necessity is the mother of invention.” – Proverb of Unknown Origin “Lack of storage space is the impetus for emotional breakthroughs.” – Me The small lower cabinet where I store surplus bottles of water, juice, and sports drinks waiting for their turn in the refrigerator was full. I’d reached the limit for the number of… Read More Mom’s Mugs
Ever had one of those days? Maybe You Can Relate to Quick Sticks: Stick Figure stories in under a minute from maybeyoucanrelate.com.
Rough. Look it up. This word has many definitions: 1. Not quite exact or correct 2. An irregular surface 3. Full of hardship or trials 4. Violently agitated and turbulent 5. Unpleasantly harsh or grating in sound 6. Unkind, cruel, or uncivil 7. Not perfected Any number of these definitions could be creatively applied to… Read More A Moment To Smooth The Rough
I like iced tea. In fact, other than water and a couple of different fruit juices mixed with water, iced tea is all I drink. Occasionally I brew it myself from tea bags and then add ice. Okay, truth? By “occasionally”, I mean maybe twice a year…but I have honorable intentions. When I was a… Read More Use The Iced Tea Spoon
I’ve always been fascinated by people and their stories. Every single person in this world is surrounded by a million other people with backgrounds, dreams, struggles, thoughts, and stories that we know nothing about as we pass them on the street. I went to the grocery store this morning and just on my way in… Read More Sometimes The Gift Of Timing Is Wrapped In A Mammogram
I’m watching the clouds roll by. Literally. This is what the clouds looked like a few minutes ago. This is what they look like now. Rolling by like a wispy white summer parade in front of my desk turned parade route lawn chair. I’ve been watching the leaves blowing in the tree for a good… Read More Why Is It So Hard To Write? Because When The Dry Spell Is Over You Have To Sit In The Chair
The sun fades. The twilight grows. The sky melts into pale, hazy, blue, pink. The last rays shoot over the roof onto the branches of the wide spread maple tree. I sit on my white folding chair watching them run, crouch, chase in circles around the apple trees. It is The Bunny Hour. I see… Read More The Bunny Hour
The world is full of a lot of information these days. It’s easy to get overloaded. I did. Please enjoy my stick figure look at some things I did to start enjoying my world of information again! Happy January New Start Month!
I hope you enjoy my short stick figure tribute to the lifespan of the Christmas decorating season! Merry Christmas!
I’ve been alive 14,504 days. It’s been 1,095 days since my mom passed away from cancer on December 18, 2012. That means I have now lived 7.5% of my life without my mom. That number is staggering to me. But from the reverse perspective, I lived 92.5% of my life with her. That’s 13,409 days… Read More Seven And A Half Percent Of My Life
I had a dream Friday night. Out of the blue, with no prompting from my conscious mind, a family of stick figures presented me a story while I was sleeping. When I woke up Saturday morning and remembered the dream, I agreed with the stick figures that this is a story that should be shared.… Read More A Youth Sports Wish
I love radio. I love drawing stick figures. These two worlds have now collided in my head resulting in what will from this point forward be known in the annals of stick figure history as the “Super Trilogy”. Three videos: two starring superheroes of radio and the other spotlighting a mumbleoke superstar. I’ve been listening… Read More Stick Figures In Radio Land
You know that feeling when you’re laying in bed at 11:00 p.m. thinking… Did I lock the door? I probably locked the door. Why wouldn’t I have locked the door? I always lock the door. I’m sure I locked the door. Then at 11:22 p.m. you open your eyes and think… But what if I… Read More The 9 Stages of Discovering My Breast Lump
We’ve got two outs here in the bottom of the 6th… The count is three balls, two strikes… Swing and miss, strike three! He got ’em to chase the high fastball to end the inning. Let’s pause ten seconds for station identification. You’re listening to the XYZ Baseball Radio Network. I heard a lot of… Read More Baseball, Radio, And Childhood Memories Of My Dad
Here we meet again. The three of us. Together only in my mind. Mom, you were given only 59 years on this planet before being called back to Heaven, but you made those years meaningful. You made an imprint on everyone who knew you. You spent 36 of those years raising me, protecting me, teaching… Read More Mother’s Day Without A Mother Or A Child: A Conversation On Another Plane