One liners. One more.

The challenge from Beth at I Didn’t Have My Glasses On is to join in the 1 liner experience. I am up for the challenge! Rules 1. Write one line in the ongoing story, in italics. 2. Pass the challenge onto the next victim/Nominee. 3. Link back to your nominator. 4. Link back to Me,…

All I Have to Do Is Dream

The sun still shines The clouds still cry The moon still beams The stars still align Every night when they last rattle the gate, I draw a last breath and finally close my eyes. The artwork above that inspired my poem was one of several sent by fellow blogger Rara to my friend Colleen Brown…

The Doc makes house calls

In 1986 Doc’s visits came via TV April innings snuck sparingly during work nights May Saturday games yelled at in smoky Syracuse bars June July August hoping this 21-year-old Dwight remained good and true Third year in the bigs with my Mets on a real roll Thunder and lightning fastball Lord Charles curve Opposing batters,…

It’s OK when Pixar plays head games, Inside Out proves

Please do go with your kids to see Inside Out. I spent the pre-lunch hours of my Father’s Day delightfully with my daughter Elisabeth taking in the stark emotions of Joy and Sadness and the many shades in between in the full Regal Cinemas theater for matinée showing of the 15th Pixar picture from Disney.…

Oh, to be 4

Spiderman leads leaps over blocks as high as their heads Silly string shoots straight taking turns to build webs on the big old tree Pizza and fruit salad and chips and dip feed all the old people in shifts Eyes light up for singing because then comes Cupcakes Three flavors of cupcakes and yes to…

Does your dad need a doohickey for Father’s Day?

I thought my only object of attention at the local hardware store was a bundle of brown paper lawn refuse recycling bags. But some stocker knew better than that. Next to the register sat The Doohickey. Didn’t your dad used to call anything with a name that somehow escaped his mind that wonderfully sounding nonsensical…

The Chief

A year ago, my friend without a blog, Paul Curran, wrote a guest post here about his mother. Mum was sensitive, intelligent and well-received, as is all of the work Paul authors from his home in Ottawa, Canada, and spreads around the WordPress world via guest-blogging. You can find Paul’s memorable Mum piece here. I…

Sunny golf day, and a wait at every tee

There was happiness and there was discontent this week at the Little Golf League That Could. The sun was shining as I returned from our week at the Happy Cottage in Cape Cod to rejoin our two foursomes that now make Monday night home for a weekly round of nine holes at Northern Pines Golf…