Why Is It So Hard To Write? Because When The Dry Spell Is Over You Have To Sit In The Chair

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

Stand Up

The picture above is from my mom’s funeral program. The sentiment, “There are no other mommys like you.”, scrawled on the back of scrap paper and presented, no-doubt proudly, by a preschooler 35 years ago to her mom, is mine, but it is a sentiment felt by kids young and old about their own moms.… Read More Stand Up

A Tourist, A Chef, And A Dad With Questionable Judgment Walk Up To My Apple Trees…

If the title of this post sounds like the opening line of a joke, that’s because apple trees are funny. Well, not inherently, but place them in your private backyard next to a public sidewalk along a busy road and the comedy script writes itself. I feel like the punch line to this joke should… Read More A Tourist, A Chef, And A Dad With Questionable Judgment Walk Up To My Apple Trees…

Kind Sir, Get Your Hands Off My Apples

“Beautiful, night, isn’t it sweetie?”“Mm. Yes. That breeze? Refreshing.”“Feels like a perfect night to hop in the pickup and go steal another homeowner’s property, don’t you think?”“Ooo! Yes! Let’s do that! I’ll tell the kids to put their shoes on!” That’s what I feel the conversation must sound like every year when people around my… Read More Kind Sir, Get Your Hands Off My Apples

Who Am I?

Sometimes we bloggers write an About page, tuck it away under a menu item and forget it. I know I’ve done that on my previous blogs. This time I put enough thought into what I wanted to write I decided before tucking it away under a menu item, I would publish it as a post.… Read More Who Am I?