The running dream

I sleep much lighter than before we had a full house. It’s been so long, I forget that sometimes. There have been nights that the sleep didn’t really even feel like sleep. When a child is sick, for example, sleep is a veneer. Last night I slept soundly. At the end, at that sort of…

Rooting the journey

My grandfather is one of those characters people like to tell stories about. Still. I never met him. Colon cancer took him before I was born. There’s a framed article hanging on my office wall entitled, Bert Mattson, We’re Rooting for You. It’s an odd experience, learning about your grandfather through something like that. It’s…

Seeing stars: evening at the theater

Liesl and I went to see The Star. This is essentially an updated, animated story of Joseph and Mary. It’s presented from the perspective of the manger’s animals. Chief among them the ass. The second scene was set on Mary and Joseph’s wedding celebration. It involved The Magdalene puzzling over how to inform her new…

Gone Fudbugs

I have issues with rabbits. They’ve destroyed my planters, littered the yard over winter, caused obsession and a bot fly infection in my dogs, and now… they eat my garage? You may think I’m paranoid. I didn’t believe it at first either. I thought I’d been trapping them inside of it. Here and there one…

Derby Pining

Like anyone, I enjoy success. As I watch my son venture into ever more competitive spheres, I see it’s an early universal -children anticipate success. I observe his eyes and posture as his car trickles in an unimpressive initial run. Confusion. No panic though. As he nibbles a cuticle he’s probably contemplating all the planning…

Life, act one

The trap was laid thusly… (7 year old)Boy: Why do fish die out of water? Father: They can’t breath. Boy: Why? Father: Their bodies aren’t made to take oxygen from air. Boy: But they can from water? Why? Father: They evolved that way. Boy: Oh… (father holds breath boy won’t ask him to explain evolution…

Screening bias

My son just asked for Skittles in three words. “What?” I ask in monotone, marveling at the mere four dollars I’ve just spent on two tickets. Two. I’ve payed up to twelve a piece in recent weeks. “I want skittles please…” He says taking his cue. A dollar. A dollar for a normal sized package,…

A picture (of pozole) is worth 492 words

There’s a table in my laundry room that is probably haunted. I took it from the basement of the Diner (yes, Mickey’s has a basement, most are amazed to discover) when it became obvious it didn’t fit (for the basement is, as one might expect, puny, awkward, and un-plumb). It was most likely put there…

Seven deadly sins in one sitting

It all started with pride. I take pride in cooking things for folks that they otherwise might not enjoy. I’ve had enough success to know it’s not my cooking per se, rather the abundance of bad cooking out there. Anyway, enter clams. I can’t remember if they’re something she didn’t like until I made them,…

Friends, food, and photography

  Any wise guys coiling to make clever comments, like how I’ve been using too much of my own supply, can go ahead and stow it for a second. Please take a moment and look past my puffy appearance to appreciate the lovely people and plates as captured by Katie Thering (of Kage Imagery) at…