Where does the time go? How do you get it back? Last time I tossed black digital type onto empty white canvas I lamented the lack of writing in 22 … Continue reading Can’t Fit it in a Bottle
Author: Tom Being Tom
Just me, talking about stuff.
Strange Days
Hello there! I know, I know. See last entry. These are strange days. In fact, it’s been so long since I’ve been around that WordPress forgot my password. (It’s TomLovesTheRams19864Eva, … Continue reading Strange Days
I’m Not Dead
I’m not dead. The thought may have crossed your mind, unless you socialize with me on Facebook or are a part of one of my group texts or you’ve come … Continue reading I’m Not Dead
On the Evolution of Tom
The optimism and inclusiveness of the DNC was a welcome respite. It was nice to see Democrats and Republicans – conservatives, moderates, and liberals alike – come together with a … Continue reading On the Evolution of Tom
What Really Matters
I suppose as the world changes around me it is to be expected that the world inside me also changes. In fact, I just ran across a headline announcing the … Continue reading What Really Matters
Like Peter Parker, Endure
Two weeks ago, while cleaning the attic above the garage, I was reaching for a bag of stuffed animals, trying to hook the strings with a Riddler cane, when I … Continue reading Like Peter Parker, Endure
Happy Anniversary, Mrs C
When we walked into that chapel 23 years ago today, we’d already been on a long adventure together. We had long since vowed eternity and had been through our ups … Continue reading Happy Anniversary, Mrs C
Lies, Damn Lies, and Dog Walks
Well, here we are. 115 days until the election. I like to count down days, as those of you who hang out with me on Facebook probably already know. It … Continue reading Lies, Damn Lies, and Dog Walks
2020 Vision
2020. So far, so good, right? I mean, aside from the pandemic and the long overdue, ever-present, worldwide protests against systemic injustice, this year has been like any other. Remember … Continue reading 2020 Vision
And They Call It Puppy Love
Ain’t nothin’ like a new puppy. I can just about smell his breath. 😊
