At Least They're Committed

Hiking up the killer hill every morning, sometimes again in the afternoon; dollar-sized bruise on the ball of my foot after tripping and stepping on a sharp rock while river wading; awesome; choking on the dust on the second ATV while giggling as we puddle jump going up Red Creek; pulling splinters from my knee;… Read more

Dexter is my midlife crisis. He’s big and brutish and a bit of a bully, but only to people who pick on us. Unlike the 50ish man who gets a red Corvette to compensate for his increased lack of hair (oxymoron!) or his inability to get it up, I have my Ford F150 dual cab, circa 1998, because… Read more

“Awesome” time, as Dad would quip. One-hundred-plus degrees, sitting in the shade in the front and back yards, talk of Steve McQueen, Audie Murphy, “that God-damn” Duvall, buzz cuts, shooting archery until Edisonsblackdahlia’s fingers ripped open, lamenting that I suffered nary a bruise, homemade soup, teasing, Three Dog Night, speed walking at the mall, and my dad’s stories of… Read more

I dreamed last night that I misspelled ‘committed’ in a headline in a print publication. I was missing an ‘m.’ I woke up distressed before realizing it wasn’t real, only to come down to blog about it and find that I had numerous typos in the last post. Jesus! I had been flustered and had… Read more

Yup. That’s what the ultrasound gal told your parents and Aunt Maddie. “It’s a boy.” Sometimes it’s tough to tell, she said, because (as with your Uncle Darian) the babies cross their legs. But you, Desmond (or Dezmond, they’re still deciding), were showing off, just like your Uncle Dante did. You’re strong and well-developed and enjoyed… Read more

Beautiful Colorado night: Peach and purple clouds dancing as the sun skirts behind the Rocky Mountains. The hose spurts impure water onto my little shoots of wildflowers and yet I smile, cocking my head at this new birth, new growth. DSII steps out from inside, “Mom, a violent part is coming up.” I smile wider… Read more