Tomorrow is my birthday. I turn 46, or 21, or the Letter J. I’ve kind of lost count and somehow think that if I just make up numbers (and letters),
Category: Memoirs
What it All Comes Down toWhat it All Comes Down to
I guess it’s time for another update on what’s going on, what’s on my mind, and where I think things are going. 1. My Readership. I suspect I really don’t
More Common Comments on the Day’s EventsMore Common Comments on the Day’s Events
Just thought I would mention that most of my new posts tend to go on Open Salon these days. If you’re following me, that’s probably the best place. Some of
Time for Another Round of Current Events and HappeningsTime for Another Round of Current Events and Happenings
1. The Assassination Attempt in Arizona. Okay, there’s really no way of walking around this topic without having to address it head-on. It’s pretty much the main story of what’s
The Act of Searching for a Literary AgentThe Act of Searching for a Literary Agent
There are few activities that make me want to claw my eyes out with a spork, but a couple immediately come to mind: 1. Having to explain the special theory
Grandpa Alex and “The Bologna Song”Grandpa Alex and “The Bologna Song”
My grandfather was a brilliant musician. While he couldn’t handle his liquor, he lived one step below a state of perpetual poverty, and he died way too early for someone
My Take on the Really Important News Stories Currently HappeningMy Take on the Really Important News Stories Currently Happening
As I know I’m the one everyone turns to for on topic news reporting, I thought I’d give some opinions on what’s currently happening. Okay, no one reads me, so I’m
A Few Comments That Need To Be SaidA Few Comments That Need To Be Said
I thought I would take a moment and just make a few comments that need to be said. Unfortunately, only my stuffed animals read my blog. Well, my stuffed animals
My Adventures of Gardening in the Concete CityMy Adventures of Gardening in the Concete City
One day in the Spring, I sat in the garden and looked at a wilting plant that was supposed to be a thriving abundance of vegetables I had planted
The Man Who Would Be DadThe Man Who Would Be Dad
Like many others of my generation, I grew up without a dad. I ended up being of that household that was lumped into “Unwed mother”, which often gave the impression