Perfecting the Art of Insanity, One Day at a Time
This day took a sad, unexpected turn. 12 minutes before the end of my workday, my sister called me and asked me to come to her house. As in, right then. Given that she was midway through a course of chemotherapy, I was already calling my boss to say I was leaving. As it turned…
Truthfully – half of this stuff I’d forgotten about myself. Listening to 60s & 70s music kicked my memory in the backside tonight. 1 During 8th grade, I created a comic strip for the monthly school newspaper. When I moved that February, the office asked me to create enough strips to finish out the semester….
Our youngest grandson is 8 years old. And, as is customary for every child at one time or another, a few days ago he decreed he was running away from home. He took great care in packing his backpack, stuffing it full of all his favorite books. Yes, books. 📖 Because if you’re striking out…