Category Archives: family

We are family. RELATIVES, FRIENDS, WHATEVER

Life Is Like A Bowl of Cherries

I’m laying around fee­ling ill, the result of dow­ning a bowl of che­rries while watching Paul McCart­ney, here to claim what’s left of the Beat­les Cata­log, on David Let­ter­man.
I’m thin­king, though not deeply, about death. The grand­father of a good friend died today. Fune­rals are sad, death not neces­sa­rily so. Some­ti­mes death is a

Another Saturday Night

I’m par­ti­ci­pa­ting, in a non par­ti­ci­pa­tory fashion, in Infi­nite Sum­mer. I star­ted yes­ter­day. My hou­se­mate, who often scrolls my sites online, much like my old college room­ma­tes used to scroll blogs for me, is blo­gless and lives vica­riously through me, pro­vo­ked me to do it. It’s not like work, school, no real vaca­tion, at least

I Started A Joke On Old School Friday

Recently my life has been like the The Brief Won­drous Life of Oscar Wao, and it’s not because my life is lite­rally like the The Brief Won­drous Life of Oscar Wao. No, it’s because a few months ago I mis­pla­ced both a seg­ment of my life and the book, the book with one

Mothers Day

Here’s to you, your paren­ting rocks, you bought me tam­pons, made me wear socks.
You pulled a comb through gummy hair, while insis­ting thongs weren’t underwear.You bought me books, and watched me draw, told me not to call you “maw”. You said “it’s best to play outside, walk and run ins­tead of ride”. I know your