whoever dies with the least toys wins
It’s so wrong to hate a bird. Wa-waaaaa, wa-waaaaa, wa-waaaaa. The chickadee is at it again, wailing out his schoolyard taunt. The chickadee’s mating dirge is a harbinger of spring and I suppose I could try to drum up some enthusiasm for it, but that depressing little tune makes me want to pack up and …
I have no kids, and no car to drive them around in. The things I am most grateful for are the things I did not choose. I got my drivers’ license at age 16 like many of my peers, and tooled around the burbs (dangerously!) in my dad’s massive Oldsmobile. But I lived in a …
Have you ever done that thing where a little voice in your head says, very clearly: DON’T DO THAT! It’s a bad idea! And then, you just go ahead and do the thing you know you shouldn’t do, and then of course the bad thing happens just like you thought it would if you did? …
Hey you know what’s better than just about anything? PODCASTS! Yeah well i guess that’s old news, i can hear the gritty sound of you media hipsters rolling your eyeballs. But since i have been in recuperation (not rehab) for the past while i can tell you definitively that nothing, NOTHING, beats listening to a …
I’m almost a biped again, yip yip! Six weeks to the day of my tumble I have graduated to listing along penguin-style, mostly without crutches. It’s a slow hop-along journey. The night I fell off my bike, with my pelvis busted in three places, I stretched. Without an accurate notion of what my injuries were …