My dog is defective.
Harsh? Yes.
True? Unfortunately, also yes.
It isn’t entirely her fault; some of it is a gene thing. Still, some of it is pure choice.
O.K., from the beginning… (more…)
My dog is defective.
Harsh? Yes.
True? Unfortunately, also yes.
It isn’t entirely her fault; some of it is a gene thing. Still, some of it is pure choice.
O.K., from the beginning… (more…)
How do you solve a problem like Maria…
I’m sorry; that had nothing to do with this post. I don’t know Maria, but I’m sure she is capable of dealing with her own issues. It’s just that I happen to be writing this from backstage at The Sound of Music, a show that my daughter and I are involved in. I never would have heard about this show, much less been in it, if not for my daughter. I owe you my thanks, Riss. If I had missed this show, I would have missed out on a key element of my quest for A Life Worthy. (more…)
Mine hit while I was standing at the bathroom sink. It had not been a good day. A virus was mocking my immune system. My part-time “extra” job was giving me fits. I had just been fired from my primary job–a job that I didn’t even like in the first place. I was breathless from the walk up the stairs, and I knew I couldn’t blame it on being sick. Feelings of failure, and weakness, and plain old ineptiosity were creeping in.
Then my wife, beloved of my heart, partner of my life, stood behind me at the sink and uttered the magic words. (more…)