Yeah, yeah, he's cute. But he wasn't so cute this morning when we left for Black Mtn. He was hurling himself against the bedroom door, full-force, to protest being left behind.Earlier he'd scampered down the stairs to greet Auntie Helen. But he was in too much of a hurry and sort of tumbled the last . . .
Looking out my bedroom window this afternoon, I saw this. A land beaver. A groundhug. A woodchuck. He was big, too. Bigger than Riley. Way bigger. I saw the same thing on the side of the freeway this morning, chowing down. No fear. We'd determined how to best describe it and hoped to find a . . .
This morning we headed out to Black Mountain. But I forgot to shut the window in the dogs' room. "The spare house key is in the glove box," Helen said. I opened the box and picked up a black net bag and asked "In here?" Just then, her black 36 pistol dropped to the car . . .
I really think the right to bear arms is misunderstood. And that the NRA is just another self-interested lobby group. I’m pretty liberal.If I’m left of center, the Beau is practically a Commie. It’s one of the more delightful things about him.However, if I’m walking in bear country, I’d much . . .
Two hot, middle-aged babes hit the road at dawn. Stay tuned.(Photo 2: Gina Davis takes aim at a demented bear.) . . .
I’ll bet you thought I was going to say pudendum, didn’t you. (Sorry, I just couldn’t resist)Ok so Bear addendum. Helen says that the demented bear was actually standing BEHIND the little boy as he was taking pictures. “Hello there, little boy…”Her line, not mine. But yikes!!Helen also says that the . . .
Riley and I are off to North Carolina Saturday morning. Just before we left for California this month, I had a meeting with his boot camp trainers.Here’s the problem. In our pack of two, Riley is the alpha.Ok, you can stop laughing now.I am told that I must exert my authority in ways that he . . .
Today I cautioned a client that he should avoid snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. It's good counsel for anyone. But maybe I've been doing this job too long.... . . .
When your Dad’s a doctor, you grow up just naturally using the anatomically correct names for genitals. At our house, we didn’t go “pee-pee”, we “urinated”. It wasn’t a “pecker,” it was a “penis”. And I don’t know what other kids called a vagina, but at our house, it was a “vagina”.Discussion of . . .
A friend told me my blog was kind of blog-noir. So I thought I'd give him a noir shout-out. . . .
Like I said. No walks in the woods next week. And certainly no fried chicken! This from the Smokies...where I'm going...where there is one demented bear, there are probably more...a whole family of them..... KNOXVILLE, Tenn. — An 8-year-old Florida boy had just scrambled up a creek embankment . . .
Although I’m childless, the back-to-school sales have special meaning—this month I start my second year as an adjunct professor at the University of Tampa. On top of my regular job, I’m teaching two sections of Writing for PR. Last semester I taught Writing for PR/Advertising. An outgrowth of . . .
This is what I think senior citizens look like. That's why I was so surprised tonight to see in my mail a letter from TIME magazine. In big letters: FOR SENIOR CITIZENS ONLY. It offered me a year's worth of the magazine for only $20. Pretty good, since the "regular price" was something like $260.I . . .
I know. He's cute. He's also a little terror. We return to Tampa tomorrow morning at dawn. But we're there only for a few days--on Saturday we take an 11 hour drive to Asheville, NC with Auntie Helen and her sweet Shi Tzu, Little Dude. Looking forward to a lovely drive when we get to the Blue . . .
The charred hills along Highway 1 on the Big Sur coast are a mute testimony to the fires that ravaged the area just a month ago. The smell of ash lingers in the air. Further north the hills are carpeted in green. Colorful wildflowers have sprouted along the road.But then, over a little crest, the . . .
This is a poster of Silicon Valley that was pervasive in the 80s and 90s, now a classic. So many thoughts this morning. They seem related, so let’s see if I can express them that way.A few days ago I spoke with a close friend here…someone I’ve known well a very long time. A beautiful, loving and . . .
It's been a quiet day in PG. Work was very slow, so I spent time with Riley, who was very needy today. I thought about Baby Tikva all day, and I reread her mother’s blog and cried. I remember the drill only too well. Not even nine years now. The days in the ICU that turned into months of waiting, . . .
She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short. -- Brian Andreas/StoryPeople God called Baby Tikva yesterday. Amidst the profound sadness and tears this morning, and with an open heart, I consider the . . .
Cruising up 101 North, sun shining, KFOG on the radio, wondering how it will be to live so far from my city by the bay.LIGHTS by JourneyWhen the lights go down in the city And the sun shines on the bay Ooh, I want to be there in my city, oh Oh, oh So you think you're lonely Well . . .
This photo, taken on Pearl St. Mall in Boulder over the 4th of July holiday, perfectly captures Riley's spirit. At first Riley thought the pig was real. Then he rode it. This morning's scenario: Riley likes to take a specific chew, place it about a foot in front of him and then shrilly . . .