Sometime before my mother died in 1996, I ran across a photograph of her and the family dog, a “wiener dog” Dachshund named Prince.He was supposed to be my dog, but he was momĢƵ, she took care of Prince. Everyday, until he died in the early ’70s, Prince got a bowl of hamburger my mom ...
Each year I write a Thoughts at Large article. This is my third installment in the series, where I share all the thoughts currently circling my brain. Enjoy.I remember when, if you wore blue jeans to school with holes in them, it was a sign you were poor, now people purposely pay more money to ...
Pete is four, and his older brother is turning 16. In PeteĢƵ world, running as fast as you can is good, and in JudeĢƵ world, running as fast as you can is great. You see, Jude is a cross-country guy, and Pete is a cross the living room, through-the-dining-room, into-the bedroom- and back to ...