Rumor has it…that Dale’s going to be in Colo. Spgs. around the 18th of April.

Gay? Gay? Waaaaaaah! A couple of chicks at work were discussing some TV host that was coming out of the closet. “No way is she gay! Oh my god! That’s like… that’s like…” I jumped into the conversation. “That’s like Bruce Willis saying he’s gay! “Bruce Willis is not gay!” I said, “Good. Because every

This is a big orange thing with lips. If you haven’t heard it yet, Dale (my brother in law, for those who know him not) has a webpage! Pictures of Hawaii from his recent trip…it looks like most of the trip was spent in typical Kenyon fashion, i.e., sprawled out in some chair, although it

The delirious drug of motherhood. I’m a mother. I don’t get enough sleep. I find myself today in the kind of delirium that poets would seek in absinthe and opium, that I myself would seek in pots of diner coffee. It’s a beautiful day. Perhaps I’ll go for a walk.

Divorced people sure can be bitter about the opposite gender. Divorce ran in the family along with wide hips and a faithful craving for chocolate. From mother to daughter, daughter to son, there passed an eye of watchfulness and an eye of charity. The eye of watchfulness watched the husband, watched the wife; the eye

Snippet: Silkysoft I gave him a teddy bear, soft as a chinchilla’s hair, for his birthday; he was three. “Do you like it?” “It’s a toy for babies.” “But do you like it?” “Yes,” he said. “It’s silkysoft.” I can’t say what I hoped to find; his father’s love affairs sprang to mind. It was

For as much ribbing as he gets, my dad is a pretty even-tempered guy.

Easter. Even if this isn’t how it happened, it’s how I remember it. One year, my father was in charge of hiding the Easter eggs. He was only in charge of hiding the Easter eggs for one year, for a good reason. He’s a very clever guy. You don’t want clever when it comes to

Death to Ecology! A snippet of fiction. He’d expected the life flashing before his eyes (it was the moment for it) to be his own. Unfortunately, all he saw was the life of a fundamentalist Vegitarian slug from a small G-type star near the Southern Cross constellation; instead of gaining some kind of insight into

On the other hand…he did spend all day (all day) today doing spring cleaning.