Recipes of an Aspiring Pachyderm
I’ve received a couple suggestions on how to improve this blog. My brother Dave told me to become a pachyderm (thick-skinned animal) and take on more political and social issues. Meagan suggested I post about...
I’ve received a couple suggestions on how to improve this blog. My brother Dave told me to become a pachyderm (thick-skinned animal) and take on more political and social issues. Meagan suggested I post about...
As a result of this blog, some of my family and friends have suggested that I write a book and get it published. (Very nice of them to say that, but I suspect that’s a lot...
Dave was in the habit of using my Facebook account as a way to keep up with friends and family. It was much easier for him than creating his own account, but it made me...
In 2014, I’ve written 80 posts (79 published and 1 draft I haven’t been given permission to publish). I can’t get over the nagging feeling that it has been a huge waste of time,...
We wrapped up the weekend with more eating, some bowling, and a little football. Even though we had plenty of fat and sugar-laden dishes in the house, we went out to eat Saturday night...
It’s all over for another year. Thank goodness. Don’t get me wrong. It was fun. But enough is enough. First there is the shopping. I believe I’ve hinted I’m not much of a shopper....
I recently read a post on Facebook by a woman who was feeling down because she was not making the world a better place. My first instinct was to tell her to lighten up. But who...
It’s been a couple months since my last venture outside of Massachusetts. This weekend I traveled down to D.C. with Heather to see Meagan. Heather and I were lucky to make it alive out of Logan...
It’s getting to be that time of year… Time for the annual family calendar. My sister Joanne started the tradition for Christmas 2001. It was so well received that it somehow grew into her producing an annual family...
Ever since the kids were little, I’ve never gone to the trouble of pairing the socks that come out of the dryer. That’s because the kids always blindly reached into their sock drawer, grabbed two, and...