At Least They're Committed

So I’m done tonight being everything to everyone and so we’re watching Boondock Saints and I remember delighting in the religious/spiritual juxtaposition of the whole thing and down to earth acting and dialogue, but not having a clue what it’s about and I’m thinking tonight is no different. Family ties. Not messin’ with family. That’s… Read more

All right. There is something totally wrong with this scenerio: My 18-year-old-today son is calling and texting me and asking me to scope out addresses on Mapquest for strip clubs. He’s just SURE he’ll find one that he and his already-18-year-old friends can go to tonight! He seems to be out of luck. Now he’s… Read more

I can’t get the image of Daniel Rohrbough’s lifeless body laying prone on the sidewalk out of my head. Green T-shirt, dark jeans, brown hair. It’s the 10th anniversary of Columbine. I won’t go into that afternoon and night because it was traumatic and emotionally crippling for everyone, everyone and it’s not like I or any… Read more

My folks didn’t pay for my college. Scripps Howard payed a little bit — enough for tuition and a little bit of food — but the rest was up to me. To save money, Mariko, my Siamese cat, and I had moved out of the beautiful old house that had been converted into apartments and… Read more

I was sitting on the bus lamenting that America’s Sister Golden Hair had disappeared from my iPod and it got me thinking about the song’s lyrics and it suddenly struck me that they — like many from 20, 30, 40 years ago — might actually not have (gasp) withstood the Test of Time! (Example 1, “Well she always knows… Read more

. . . but I do remember piling a bunch of grown dogs, puppies and children into the back of a weathered station wagon that was already crammed with adults and pseudo adults, such as my two oldest children. I know my nieces were there and my mom and sister were somewhere down the road.… Read more