Unlike Jesus, I’m Going to Starve to Death

Dollar Cokes sing to me their siren song. Especially in 90-degree weather.

Coming home from a family errand, I pulled the old crossover (doesn’t have the same nostalgic ring as “the old station wagon,” does it?) into the…

All that for a Band-Aid?

We had quite a night last night, Joseph.

Last week you cut yourself, “in the dumpster.” Thanks, by the way, for bringing in the trash bins, though you left one of them in the street. I guess when you sliced open your ankle you figured your job was done.

Gabriel’s Selective Memory

“Is next day a school day?”

Gabriel still hasn’t mastered the word, “tomorrow.” His favored construction is too cute to allow me to teach him.

The Measure of a Man, or, How I Pulled my Son’s Loose Tooth

The Sun Never Shines, on Fort Meade

Fort Meade is a dreary place. Well, at least the weather has been dreary.

It rained a lot the first night we got here. Hasn’t rained as hard since, but it has rained consistently. I haven’t seen the sun since I left Utah.

Groundhogs, and Deer, and Cats, Oh My!

You really have to be careful when you walk on the grass around here, or you might fall into a hole.

Or worse, you might step into a pile of poop.