If you split your rambling into pieces it looks more artsy.
I do not need to see the paint to know it is there — a fresh coat of white where once grew the notches of their youth. Memories written in pencil tend to be erased, and those are the things you never like to think about. It was a trace ...
Where were you 10 years ago today? I’ll throw you a bone, it was a Friday and the world, according to some country singer, was still turning. America was unattacked and the majority of its citizens were far smarter than the president. My children were still years away from being ...
“Aren’t candles bad for the ozone?” he asked. “What do you know about the ozone?” “I saw it on a cartoon,” he replied. “Of course you did. Yeah, I suppose someone is making the case that candles are bad. Still, we’re saving electricity. It’s a wash.” “You can’t fucking win,” ...
The roads were narrow and slick with sweat. The whiskey fell from our pores and grew lost beneath the current in which we waded. The air was layered with lingering lust and the promise of magnolias. It was midday and people were dancing in the streets. It was as dangerous ...
The Dad Shack at the Mom 2.0 Summit brought its jukebox money.
Parents Without Parents: Allison Gilbert misses her parents. They both died before their grandchildren could remember them and every day she realizes anew that the loss was not hers alone, but also her son’s and her daughter’s. There is a hole in her parenting, she believes, where her own parents ...
I was born in Tucson, Arizona. I lived in the area for over 28 years. I ran barefoot through the green-spotted desert as it turned from the square quilts of cotton fields to the oval patches of over-watered golf courses. I rode my bike on gravel-lined dirt roads that grew ...
Hello, and welcome to a new feature which I’ll most likely only do once, the Wednesday Review! The Wednesday Review is where I review some products that were sent to me for said reviewing. I have a whole policy on this, which you can find here, but mark me, I ...