Musings on Babies, Bulldogs, and Beer
I’ve always loved Thanksgiving. It’s the one day of the year that I don’t regret turning my stomach into a gastrointestinal clown car to see how much I can fit it in. In the midst of my second round of belt loosening and a… Continue Reading “Happy Thanksgiving, Dad.”
Ella: “Daddy, are you getting older?” Daddy: “Yes, Sweetheart. We are all getting older.” Ella: “How old was your daddy when he died?” I knew where this was going. Ella has been talking about death quite a bit lately. I don’t think it’s a… Continue Reading “Not Ready Yet”
I read this article in the Dallas Morning News a couple of weeks ago. https://edition.pagesuite.com/infinity/article_popover_share.aspx?guid=b137bcf5-a23b-455f-976c-7297f291cc14 No need to fret if the link doesn’t work.The article discusses how the birth rate in the U.S. is declining. Several of the people interviewed cite global issues like… Continue Reading “You Gotta Know When To Fold ‘Em”
Dad loved to fish. He grew up in Biloxi where fishing is a way of life. It’s hard to understand for those who don’t fish, but it was in his blood. He was happiest when he was on the water. So Scott, our cousin… Continue Reading “Gone Fishing (Or Maybe Not Gone)”
I’m the early riser in our family. Michelle gets up a couple of hours after me. I went on my usual run that morning and got back home around 5:30 am. When I opened the door, I felt a dagger plunge straight into my… Continue Reading “Tomorrow”
Because I lost my little buddy last week, It seemed appropriate to share another excerpt from the book. This post is a little long, but Gus deserves an entire chapter to himself. I’m sure I’ll have more to say about Gus in the near… Continue Reading “Gus”
I finally got Covid. Tested positive on Tuesday. Much like Wordle, I was late to the game with this one. While most of the world was getting infected, I held out as long as I could. Dare to be different, that’s what I say.… Continue Reading “No More Small Things”
There are issues in society that deserve a healthy, intellectual discussion. Religion. Politics. The designated hitter rule. Whether chili should be made with or without beans. Whether Van Halen was better with David Lee Roth or Sammy Hagar. I used to love a healthy… Continue Reading “Ok, I’ll Go There”
Think about what you can accomplish in just 10 minutes. You can dance the Wobble 1.8 times. You can make ten batches of minute rice. You could listen to the Macarena twice and still have one minute and forty-two seconds left to wonder how… Continue Reading “Ten minutes”
Every morning we put Audrey in her little kid’s chair on the couch and let her watch TV before we take her to Nana’s house. On her own, she got out of her chair, down off the couch, and did this. No prompting, no… Continue Reading “Red Was Right”