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The Glory of Behaving Badly

The Glory of Behaving Badly

I have to wear reading glasses a lot now.  I’m not in the habit of always carrying them with me, because this problem of defective eyesight is a new one.  So I squint a lot or ask people to read things for me.  I remember always being frustrated with my mother...

Embracing the Hard

There is a funny mystique about writing.  When I think about writers I imagine the life as romantic — a quiet place, a contemplative author, a message spilling forth from the abundant fountain of words the writer carries within. I do it all the time even...

The Peripatetic Goat

Yesterday I was driving down the road and saw a guy on a four-wheeler with two baby goats in his lap. I thought to myself, “Awww, how cute… a guy on a four-wheeler with two baby goats in his lap!” Then I realized my first thought was not that there...

Adventures in Straw Bale Gardening

I’m not a gardener by any means. Even in the most loose sense of the word.  I don’t like the sun.  I don’t like the heat.  My mother used to make me help her pull weeds as a teenager.  I don’t know which I hated more at the...