July Eleventh, again
Some days you wake up feeling decent – I can tell those days because of how the day starts. Good...
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Some days you wake up feeling decent – I can tell those days because of how the day starts. Good...
How fragile we humans are when a few likes, laughs and replies on a FaceBook post brings concentrated self-worth to...
“No, daddy” – in a terse delivery (was I moving a toy of his? I think I may have been?...
Good sir Mark suggests “…bring to mind three people who have taught you how to love.” He also wrote of...
And so how to keep at it when it seems I’m tripping through each and every minute of each and...
My son calls me ‘daddy’ & my world shudders. The power of a word. I saw a note, possibly from...
//7:19p+5Jul2020=Sunday eve | boo at the sofa, kiddo in his room, me clicky-clacky at the keyboard in the ScotSpot, the...
To celebrate. To honor? To indulge, reinforce our history, out traditions. I thought about my history with the 4th –...
Pete the Cat episode “Pete the Cat: A Groovy New Year“, which the Wiki notes came out the year Rumbly...
Hello once more. I’m uncertain of the goal of this exercise – shouldn’t I be poking words over at Camp...