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I’m way too much like my dog. And yet not enough. Confusing? Tell me about it. Summer is here, and for me that means early morning walks with the lovely Mandibles of Death. You may remember this pooch. Her given … Continue reading
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I really shouldn’t be left alone. Cathy and the kids are at a homeschool convention this weekend. I had an unmissable appointment yesterday, so I was unable to go with them. That means I’m home. All by myself. … Continue reading
Seriously. I was in the market yesterday, and I noticed a display of flip-flops. For those of you who don’t know, “Flip-Flops” is the technical term for inexpensive, backless sandals, usually made of rubber. There are a variety of names … Continue reading
Take one small, inbred country town. Add a psychotic, delusional orphan girl. Throw in a splash of raspberry cordial. Mix thoroughly. What do you get? That’s been my question. … Continue reading
I’m Zorro, only with a Sharpie. The first time was at Home Depot. I stood in line, waiting to make a return, when I was assaulted. The sign said something like, “Bring you’re return’s to the front counter.” I tried … Continue reading
When is it good to say good enough is good enough? Last time, I was talking about the astounding level of mediocrity that I find in my classroom. I’m not just talking about the things they don’t know—like my World … Continue reading
For the record…30% is not usually good. In baseball, batting .300 is only so-so. In basketball, hitting 3 out of 10 free throws is not impressive. In a classroom, 30% is an F. Large-scale F. Like, If the grades went … Continue reading
Am I a bold, self-assured man, confident in the gifts and talents God has given me? Or am I an arrogant jerk? That was rhetorical—you don’t need to answer. Please. … Continue reading
Oh, Yeah, life goes on Long after the thrill of living is gone… A singularly depressing and unwholesome song, yet possessing a kernel of truth. I’ve rambled on before about how theater is kind of a metaphor for life. I … Continue reading
The hair is red. The gables are green. The clothing is Late 19th Century-Eastern-Canadian-hick. Hey kids—let’s put on a show! … Continue reading