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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
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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
*Note: My family still hasn’t decided what we will do regarding our dietary dilemma. For those of you who are wondering feverishly what we will eat, I must say that I’m flattered…and vaguely disturbed. Rest assured; it will be the … Continue reading
Wheat, Oh Wheat You’re so much more than just a treat. You are the core of all I eat. I wrap bread ‘round a piece of meat, Or bake a chocolate cake—so sweet. You make my dining life complete, Oh … Continue reading
I like food. Really, I’m a big fan. I like meat, and potatoes, and rice, and veggies (for the most part), and fruit, and bread, and grease, and ooey gooey yummy sticky chocolaty stuff. Mexican food? Oh, yeah. Italian? Chinese? … Continue reading
Why do I do what I do when I do what I do? I like that… sounds kinda catchy. Yesterday morning, I got up an hour early so that I could write a post. I have been really sketchy in … Continue reading
It’s here! It’s done!! WoooooHoooooooooooooo!!! Sorry if that seems a bit over-exuberant, but I’m feelin’ pretty spiffy. My new ebook, Easter: Beyond the Bunny is up at Amazon and ready for you to procure and peruse. For the next 48 … Continue reading
I’m getting better…some…kinda. The last time I wrote a book, I procrastinated a bit, and then a bit more, and then published the book a few days after the holiday it was designed to celebrate. Not this time, Bucko. … Continue reading
I guess you don’t have to call her Cordelia after all. My girl didn’t get the part. Oh, she got a part. We all did, as it turns out. But she didn’t get the part. … Continue reading