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

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
Mrs C lifted a glass bottle, motioned toward me, and said “It’s been hundreds of months since I could truly say I’m happy like I can now.” And it’s not … Continue reading The Happiness of Mrs C
It was my wife’s birthday yesterday. She is something-something years old now and we’ve been together for gobs and gobs of years. I usually try and say something nice about … Continue reading Life Goes On
It’s hard not to write about it cuz it’s hard not to think about it. It’s the topic of the day, every day, for everyone. It’s the first thing I … Continue reading All People
“Pick up the pace, Dee!” The Dome starts with a flurry and never lets up. Suzanne Craig-Whytock masterfully describes to us the world of 2135 – a dystopian failure recovering … Continue reading Hope in Dystopia
In most alternate universes I’m filling the Rogue with a day’s change of clothes, a silly leprechaun suit, and beer for the hotel room. In most alternate universes this is … Continue reading Lucky F*ck
Ah, this was a marvelous amount of insight and points to ponder. Well-written, too! Good blog, Ep!
I stirred in my bed this morning before there was any color in the sky, reached over as usual to the space next to me and found what I always find. Only it was dead. Cold. Unresponsive. Useless.
It was a little, just a little, like the story I’ll never forget about my Great Aunt Emily. She told me that as the youngest child in her family she had watched her siblings one by one tie the knot and then begin one by one to have troubles – troubles she associated with their unions, troubles that uninspired her to say yes to the man who asked for her hand. Whether she closed the door after that or was never asked again, she didn’t tell me.
For most of her adult life, Aunt Emily lived with her mom. For practical reasons they had slept in the same bed. Once, when I…
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This is going to be one of those “quick updates on life” kind of posts. You know, the kind where, after I finish, I get to click several categories on … Continue reading Five Days in the Life of Tom
Oh, nothing much. I finally built that patio inside the gate, out of pavers. The dogs love it. That area right there is where the dogs come in and out … Continue reading What Have You Been Up To?
We woke up early and hit the road on Saturday, to meet our friends in Reno. The roads were remarkably clear of traffic, and nearly clear of snow. Mrs C … Continue reading A Christmas in Reno