Monthly Archives: May 2013

Driving past houses that are not kept up. Homes that are not maintained. Inside is worse than outside. This one has a hungry but happy family in it. There was a shooting outside that one.  Bullets barged in. Three holes … Continue reading →

I get my hair cut at Snapdragon Salon.  They are the best.  My stylist is the best of the best.  Oh sure my hair looks fantastic, but the real secret is the conversation.  Calling it a conversation is sort of like calling … Continue reading →

Alright. I know you don’t come here to read me complain. But I’m tired tonight. I want to go to bed. But I’m in the home stretch and I do not want to get behind at this point. Anyway, how … Continue reading →

I don’t know what to write about tonight.  So here is a funny picture of Simone as a Transformer: It’s funny how those “stick your head through a hole or on top of a big picture” things trick the mind … Continue reading →

60 posts in 60 days. Two thirds there.  30 more posts 30 more days.  Here is a list: I am a little surprised how good my posts have been.  Now, I don’t expect to win any Pullet Surprises, but I also … Continue reading →

Simone (my 5 year old) plays soccer with Allison Lynn‘s and Michael Dahlie‘s son.  I met them a year or so ago at a Butler University event organized by the creative writing savants over there.  Avid fans will remember my … Continue reading →

I realize you think you are the only one whose house isn’t picked up, or that nobody else has ever locked their keys in the car with it running.  But, I’ve got news for you… you aren’t that different from … Continue reading →

John Dies at the End – a book I read a while back is now a movie that has made it to Netflix. I found the book after reading Help a Bear is Eating Me, recommended by my friend Anna. … Continue reading →

Elizabeth stopped about 50 yards along the sidewalk on her way to second grade. She motioned me to come. She bowed her head over a small lump on the sidewalk. As I came closer, the bird’s body took form. “Dada.” … Continue reading →

From October 4, 2011: This is weird. I started a new story today. I was searching the net for something related to day of the dead. Found a connection to the Aztecs which led me to a connection to psychopomps. … Continue reading →