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The Master Craftsman

“Please hand me the small chisel,” the craftsman said to his apprentice. The young lad quickly left his position next to the bench and fetched the smallest chisel in the set and laid it carefully within reach. Noting its worn handle and aged iron, he ventured a question, “Why do you not get new chisels? […]

A Bird in the Storm

The sky darkened suddenly around the little bird. He felt a storm was coming close. Bursts of rain were common in the forest and no cause for alarm. “A bird must keep going,” he had often told his chicks when they were afraid. “The forest is the forest in the sun, and it is still […]

I Broke My Pants

We’ve all heard the expression, truth is better than fiction. When you blog, the two are often woven together with neither being the predominant thread. I’ve been known to stretch the blanket from time to time to suit comedic purpose. Sometimes what could have happened is funnier than what actually happened; so we just go […]

A Beachtowel Looks Back at 30

I don’t know the life expectancy for a beach towel: five years, ten at best before they are threadbare, lost, or stained beyond redemption. I don’t know if there is a fashion among beach towels that would dictate one’s irrelevance after it becomes dated. I have no idea how long others hold onto their beach […]

Dollar Store Sunglasses

I’m pretty good about keeping up with my things. Items I routinely use have homes where I replace them so they are waiting for me when I need them: keys on a hook, wallet by my sink, and phone on the nightstand. I try to put things in their place because there is nothing more […]

I Just Want Big Butts

This topic seems to be a recurring theme lately. As the father to daughters and husband of 25 years (and hoping for more), I’m always very careful about how and where I use the terminology, “big butts.” There are so many ways to misconstrue such a phrase. Palaver about “big butts” can easily be twisted […]

The Last Dance

I’ve been watching her dance for thirteen years. I’ve seen her grow from a tiny cherub whose only job was to jump in time while spreading her arms into a tall, graceful beauty who performs leaps and turns that hurt my feet just to watch. A few weeks ago, we attended her last dance. She […]

Neither Hot nor Cold

There comes a time in everyone’s life when technology passes you by. It seems my time has come. I’ve recently described my tempestuous relationship with our microwave (which is no better) and I am constantly struggling with my wifi, iPhone, and all things Bluetooth. My latest brouhaha is with our thermostat – and it isn’t […]

Sharks, Cars, and a man named Quando

I have two primary fears: sharks and car salesmen. I truly don’t know which I fear more. Sharks are sharp-toothed instruments of death and car salesmen are slick, cheesy orators built to outlast your every argument until you buy more car than you can afford just so you can leave the lot. Terrifying! But we […]

The Psychrowave

The microwave is talking to me. It isn’t the normal chatter. It’s not telling me the time or that my food is hot. No, I am convinced it has something important to say and so far, I’m just not getting it. It started off with what my wife deemed a malfunction. Every so often, it […]