Kids often want their parents to be as “normal” as the neighbours appear to be, but sometimes its the eccentricities that turns kids into truly interesting adults.
It’s Spider vs. Human in this epic battle to see who will rule the bedroom. But what is that shiny orb hovering in the sky? And whose side is it on?
When a family’s old house burns down, can shiny new renovations ever replace stories that were hidden in old walls?
I am okay with some wrinkles. I am fine with the shifting shape of my butt. Even my worsening arm wattle isn’t that alarming … but accepting crazy cat lady-ness? Uh-uh.
I woke up the other day to Frank Sinatra singing “Learning The Blues” on my iPod alarm. In the wrinkle between sleep and waking I remembered the day he died. I got up and wrote it down.
Since when did assertiveness become a virtue? Isn’t it more virtuous to turn the other cheek than to stand one’s ground?
Last Friday I walked up to a total stranger, smiled, and handed him a hundred bucks. Then I walked away.
“Who are you going to pray to? Those bearded guys with the towels on their heads?” he sneered … I wanted to punch that kid in the face. “Hey, I can pray to whoever I want!”