Thursday 13: It wouldn’t be Christmas without a banana bunker
A Christmas-scape, the newest addition to my holiday decor. Last year, yours truly got crafty and hot glued all of those medium-sized …
Help, I’m married to a humbug
Hers and his. Christmas in the foreground and T’s audio project to the back. Last week I wrote this sweet and naive …
Flying turkeys!
I know I’ve been home alone too long when I start to talk to the dog. It’s one of the perils of …
Humbugs and elves can coexist, I swear
I keep “Sleigh Ride” on my ipod all year long. I relish the arrival of red cups at Starbucks. If it were …
It’s not everyday someone throws a fish at you: The Berryessa Gap Paella Cook-Off
Berryessa Gap Winery Paella Cook-off. It’s become a November tradition: Paella. More specifically, lots of paella and at the Berryessa Gap Winery Paella …
Fall in the desert
A sunny afternoon at Arizona State University’s Downtown Campus. It’s a lie that all Phoenix folks tell new arrivals: “It cools off …
Note: “Tea bagger” is NOT the same as “tea party”
The class burst into guffaws, some students covering their mouths and giggling. Me, I hid behind lecture notes, instantly turning a lovely …
A grateful heart: A man who understands writing deadlines
So what if I found the actual 7-month old Little Debbie box in the laundry room? It doesn’t surprise you that we …
A grateful heart: A marriage full of playfulness and joy
In lieu of a sweater picture. “Good night, sweater.” Snerk. “Good night, sweater?” I’d said “Good night, sweetheart,” intending to kiss a …
If I should die tomorrow
I stared at the onion rings as I said it. “Now, don’t read into this,” I began. We’d just gone flying, me …