I dreamed it was twenty-five years ago, and my teenaged daughter was learning to drive. We had visited the Dallas Museum of Art—we lived in Texas back then—and were dropping my grade-school son at a friend’s birthday party on the way home. While monitoring my...
I got my sense of humor from my mother. I’d tell her my tragedies. She’d make me laugh. She said comedy is tragedy plus time. – Carol Burnett “I think we’re going the wrong way,” my son David said. We had decided to take the longer, more leisurely trail back to the...
A heavy blanket of fatigue wrapped around me as I read into the evening. We’d spent the afternoon running errands, so my weariness did not surprise. But then came the head and body aches. At 8 o’clock, Keith asked, “Do you want to watch a movie or something...
Snippet #1: Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling… At night, I draw the covers under my chin, snuggling against the chill and steady patter. Rain in August is a welcome respite. But then the days dawn dark and damp. Snippet #2: So I just did...
Cato puppy huddled in a tight ball on the floor of the front seat. Drool flowed from the sides of his mouth like two leaky faucets. He cried out in pain and began to shake. Was he going into shock? Would he die before I could get him to help? “Good boy, Cato, good...
It’s a clear, warm morning, and I’m out pulling weeds as usual. This week’s note from Vanaprastha: another guest blog of mine that went live today on the Brevity Blog site. Many thanks to Brevity editor Dinty W. Moore for publishing my piece, “Pulling Weeds and...
