I knew the word entrepreneur by the time I was seven. I couldn't explain it really, and as such couldn't give my friends an accurate definition of what my dad's job actually was. It's a far cry from a firefighter or a pilot, that's for sure. And when our brood of ten rolled into Canada, … Continue reading ahn-truh-pruh-nuer
When I was a kid, my Dad was a smuggler. Every Saturday morning, he would prep his Cessna 172 Skyhawk and take to the skies, hopping the border into the US from where we lived in British Columbia to scoop up his bootleg stash. The quick 45-minute trek landed him in small town Pac NW … Continue reading The Family Smuggler
I'll say upfront that I'm healthy as a horse, depending on the horse, and also what a weird saying that is, anyway. That is to say that I'm all good, and according to my recent bloodwork, even better than that. Short the pending results from my boob smashing session as well as the upcoming tube-up-the-pooper, … Continue reading Death Becomes Her
That Winston Churchill guy really knew what he was talking about. Okay, I suppose this is one of his lesser "important" quotes, considering his role in the history of the world, but still! Important it is! Because not only does his wisdom speak truth about the audacity of leaving a rockin' party before the good times … Continue reading Interpretation of a Semisonic Song
I've spent a lovely, peaceful weekend with my Sister Lynda, sharing good wine, great food, and deep, thoughtful conversation. (And, by the way, it's difficult to introduce Lynda, who I often call my "new" Sister, without sharing the story of our family- it is one of love and angst, and shrouded in a thin layer … Continue reading Human Becoming
Several months ago, in one of the more philosophical discussions that Ren and I are so prone to having in the deep hours of the night, she asked me if I were to have a dinner party, and could invite five deceased people, who would make the guest list? She launched into her own lineup, … Continue reading Dinner For Schmucks
I'll admit it: I've been a downer lately. Seems the last several entries I've made have been shrouded in negativity, sadness, and guilt. Last night as I sat to write, I found myself reading my last three posts, and feeling both appreciative of and victimized by my thoughts, the woe-is-me attitude quickly squelching any other … Continue reading Woah, Nellie!
Before I began writing today, I decided to clear away some old files from my computer in an effort to squelch the sluggishness of carrying around too much stuff. I came across a file titled Mama, and found in it, among other things, an assignment for a writing class I took the summer after she … Continue reading Remembering Stage Two
