When I was a kid (unlike the mature adult I’ve grown into) my mom used to boil me a couple of hot dogs on Thanksgiving. My dad used to lose his mind. With all my mom was already cooking, why would she put an extra pot on the stove and make the effort? Mom’s theory… Continue reading November 26, 2015

It may seem like a hair splitting difference, but there is something that I find funny but I don’t know if I find it funny yet. I see the humor that is inherent in it all. I was laughing when I told my brother, but I also crying and pretty much semi-hysterical most of the… Continue reading July 26, 2014

I need to stop trying to wake up on Sundays. I used to do it all the time. When I lived with my brother and his family I would get up every Sunday. In fact, it was the one morning each week I routinely set my alarm. Granted, it helped that he was the minister… Continue reading November 15, 2015