This morning I got angry at my little one for oversleeping, hence making me drive him to school, instead of just dropping him off at the bus stop. There were no emergencies to deal with or conference calls that would have needed to be changed, just a hot cup of coffee and my morning 20…
Last Saturday my almost twenty year old son got into an accident. He was riding his little Yamaha 49 cc scooter to go see a friend, and hit a wild boar that was laying in the middle of the road. This particular road happens to be a few miles of dark and winding terrain, with…
What was your life like before there were blogs, and tweets and klout scores? How did you spend your days and evenings pre-FaceBook and Google Plus, and is there anything about the old you that you miss? I’ve been thinking about mine, lately. There was a time I was very much anti-computers, even if used…
It’s Saturday. Two dozen eggs waiting to be painted old school, with onion skins, by our ten year-old remind me that tomorrow is Easter. Not being a religious sort, for me, Easter has always been the beginning of Spring. There is shiny new-ness to the brand new leaves on my few garden dwellers. There are…
