In honor of Mother’s Day, I’m sharing an excerpt from some writing I’ve been doing, this in particular about my mom: I don’t know what a “typical” mom is or does. I mean, I’ve seen movies and TV shows, I’ve
Taken at Swedish Covenant Hospital
Everyone knows the cliche about how you always hear the worst possible music at a time like this, right? Can you guess? How about Rod Stewart’s cover of “They Can’t Take That Away From Me” playing in the restaurant while we’re struggling to eat? W…
My dad died three years ago today. That’s going to linger with me all day anyway, but especially because my dad, despite conservative leanings, was already impressed with Obama back then. I bet he would be feeling happy and proud
Karsten’s father passed away yesterday. He was 84, and he’d been dealing with a variety of illnesses including emphysema (despite having never smoked a day in his life) and prostate cancer (which he beat — it was the treatment that
I bet there are a lot of posts out there that offer suggestions for how to spend your chilly February 14th, and ordinarily mine would be “stay snuggled up in bed” but since my mom is going to be in
Monday is the anniversary of my dad’s death, again. It was a reflective time for me last year and it’s looking like it will be the same this year. I can tell because last night we went to see Josh
him: I need to see a movie with lots of explosions and death. me: Oh, did you call your dad?
I wonder about the organizers of Bonnaroo, and whether they intentionally scheduled the festival for the weekend of Father’s Day. You have to figure that with 80,000 some attendees, there are bound to be a whole lot of arguments about
I honestly can’t think of a movie concept I’d be likely to enjoy less than this one.