My amazing daughters now live -- in this bewildering world of voodoo and deceit – as tributes to their no-nonsense mother.
Category: Millennials
The Hybrid Widower
"Happy Mother's Day, dude," they said. So at their urging, I drank a six-pack.
Know What I Mean, Jelly Bean?
This creature … this scion…this legacy. Miss him so much his very first Easter away.
She Prefers Cheeseburgers to Steak
At my age, I need to stand in the kitchen with someone funny, shoulder to shoulder, cutting carrots. With her.
Songs in the Key of Life
Mom overfed everyone she loved: her husband, her dogs. Oddly, we kids were very thin. Shrug.
Yum, These Moist Irish Months
This burrito is still cooking a little in its foil as I carry it home, the flavors melding, the molecules marrying
Power of the Dog
I bought a white couch, despite 2 dogs and a grandbaby. Sometimes, I order out my disappointments, as you might a pizza.
Smartcus Comes Home
I’ll hug my son just a tad too long. To me, he’s that great book you just finished and can’t bring yourself to put down.
The Gloppy Truth
Technically, this rum we were drinking was moonshine, and though most rum has a tint, a tan, a sort of teaky Caribbean lacquer, this one did not.
Skip the Ruskie Vodka
Soon, the clocks will change. Pollen will coat the window sills. The sun will blast the flowers, turn them into hard candy. Boy and girls will drop easy pop flies.