It could just be a girl thing, but I’ve never really understood this relationship between the suburban man and his truck. OK sure, who doesn’t find himself in occasional need to haul a mess of something that either a) doesn’t fit… Read More ›
Dogs of Sword House
What difference does it make?
“Sorry. I have to ask,” she said. “I mean … no offense, but why does it matter? What difference does it make at this point?” I stopped petting Micron to look up at her. The question got my attention, not only… Read More ›
Woven into our very being
It’s never easy when someone close to you has said their last good-bye to their dog. You want to help, to console, but really all you can do is just be there for them. There are those who talk of… Read More ›
I should hide the car keys
Are you the kind of person who gets dream hangovers? It’s when emotions are so strong in that movie behind your eyes that the specter of the feels carries on in your conscious thoughts long after you’ve had your first… Read More ›
Choiceful
During this time of floating in the purgatorial state of Between Jobs, I’ve been required to suit up for the occasional job interview. It’s been a while, to be sure, and it all feels a little off after ending a… Read More ›
