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 . . .