Archive for August, 2010
Happy
She took it all in and said, “I guess in the grand scheme of things, it could have been a lot worse.” So I reached across the restaurant table and held her hand, matching my devil-may-care grin with her Don’t Even Think About It smile. “Well?” “Well what?” “…Please.” “What?” “Really, honey? Really? After eighteen years, you really don’t know
Molding
“Then was I like a child that cries, but crying, knows his father near: And what I am beheld again—what is, and no man understands; and out of darkness came the Hands that reach through nature, molding men.” That’s from my favorite poem, In Memoriam by Alfred, Lord Tennyson and it was written in 1849 as a requiem for the
He Flipped Pt. II
He Flipped Pt. I [text] “Is Pastor Jeff in?” And by that, our own version of talking in shorthand to let him know I needed help. Now. [text] “What’d you do now??” When the phone rang I was still chuckling because regardless of what I had on my mind, big or small, he has this knack for coming up along
The One And Only
Waltzing in Perdition is about to bring something new to the table. Something I’ve been trying not to bring, in fact. I used to sneak my dad’s Koh-I-Noor Rapidograph pens and draw cartoons. It used to drive him stark raving mad, being more the artist than I was and father to five kids with no sense of boundary line and
He Flipped Pt. I
So our neighborhood pool hosts a family dinner every Thursday evening throughout the summer, and it’s always a great time to catch up with friends. The lawn chairs come out, the kids run off, the late afternoon stretches long shadows across green grass and we forget, for awhile, that it’s exactly these evenings we pine for in the dead of
The Only Pain
Since I can no longer feign ignorance at what I’ve been avoiding, I might as well get it over with. And since it’s very much the stuff life is made of, I might also do well to open-palm what I’d sell my soul to white-knuckle…and let it go. It’s been an odd summer around here. One of new challenges and
Beef. It’s What’s For Dinner.
Well, the Romas certainly won that race. Perhaps it could be argued they had less to heft to the finish line than their older brothers, the Beefsteak Tomatoes. And to tell you the truth, I’m as disappointed as I am impatient about this. Because though Cute Redhead doesn’t (sit down for this one) even like tomatoes, she does have in
There Will Be BLTs
But not just any BLT’s mind you. I’ve a recipe that will change your life. And these little Romas, presented to me just now by Beta Male (with no small measure of pride), will most definitely be involved. And so will the basil. So…if you’re finding the urge to head to your local farmer’s market or Whole Foods, or wherever
Life Is Like An Onion…
…you peel if off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. Enough said.
Cucumis sativus
Don’t think I don’t see you under there. If you slice these and place them in a bowl of rice vinegar, I can promise you you’re never going to regret it.
