Wanting a Dog
Leda was a greyhound, white with black spots. They call them cow dogs. I thought she would be my last dog. I had done the math before she died, several years before she died. If Leda lived a normal greyhound …
Leda was a greyhound, white with black spots. They call them cow dogs. I thought she would be my last dog. I had done the math before she died, several years before she died. If Leda lived a normal greyhound …
This concludes the story that began two weeks ago and continued last week… Roy was bent over the generator, fiddling. He heard me and looked up. “It won’t start. Sorry. I can go to town and take care of …
This continues the story from last week… The cabin I booked on airbnb was on a Christmas tree farm. The asphalt drive was freshly sealed, and I took it down to a neat gray house with a fieldstone base. Next …
It was the last leg of the long drive from Cincinnati, Ohio, to Whitewater, Michigan. On the interstates, I amused myself by calculating the car-to-truck ratio. Google maps became unhappy with me on US-12/WI-67. It feared I would turn off …
My parent’s marriage was troubled from the start, which can happen when each person thinks the other is going to save them. My mother wanted my father to save her from a future as a farm wife. My father wanted …
My brother Eric met his birth mother. He drove from Maryland to Pennsylvania, then stayed in a hotel the night before they were to meet. The next morning, he met his birth mother and his half-brother. They shared photographs and …
The American Pro Pickleball tournament was in Cincinnati a couple of weeks ago, for the first time ever. CBS Sports broadcast the event. They played at Sawyer Point, on the courts across from my condo building. My neighbors sometimes complain …
Thanks for your patience while I took a break. It felt good. I want to do this again a couple times a year, maybe in the Spring and Fall. Since we were last together, I have some news in three …
It turns out that it takes time to be a receptive lake, to soak in those nutrients. While it was good to see my mom—and her friends—it wasn’t restful. I’m going to take a pause on these weekly reflections. Give …
Stephen Covey, in The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, describes Habit 7 as “Sharpen the Saw.” I’ve been doing a lot of sawing, a lot of producing. Getting Sweet Baby Lover out there, getting Prince Tarkten ready. And on …