Regular Life

Besmirch not my mommy’s name.
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In Tulsa last weekend, my favorite time was one cool morning playing with Benjamin in the front yard. He picked up a couple black plastic stakes advertising the lawn service Shannon’s uncle uses, and following his lead we pretended they were swords. We [...]

I was moved a week ago to share this, but I made myself wait.
In 1979, a young man hoping to make it in the film business began taking a photo each day with his Polaroid SX-70 camera. He categorized them by date and didn’t stop until the day he died. That day came [...]

As some of you know, it’s become a bit of a tradition for me to see a new movie when our family visits my wife’s Tulsa relatives. While I typically take a few of the kids with me, this time I let them see Iron Man (which I already had seen) while their parents [...]

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It’s been that kind of month at work — lots of storm clouds with hope beginning to shine back through. Nothing in particular was going on; it just was busy and my schedule was unpredictable.
Conventionally translated to “storm and stress,” the German phrase “Sturm und Drang” more literally means, “storm and urge, [...]

If you normally spend between four and five minutes reading here, then today is your big break.
You get to spend about the same amount of time listening, because I’m offering up a hodgepodge of clips that help paint a sonic portrait of what goes on in our lives. No, it isn’t just a bunch [...]

Note: Mr. B and Mrs. B have been renamed Sir B and Lady B. The other implied they were our elders.
With the flurry of activity here regarding my recent weekend of meeting online friends without getting murdered, I haven’t had a chance to mention a first Shannon and I had with Sir B [...]

(Note: This is the sixth in a series of posts about the first meeting of three online friends.)

Did I forget to mention that Moonshot and Norah left Saturday morning, so we guys were on our own? Wouldn’t it be funny if we took advantage of that to use the cups as props in public [...]

(Note: This is the fifth in a series of posts about the first meeting of three online friends.)

At least one of you has looked at kids in those crawl tubes at fast-food restaurants and thought, “I wish they had that for adults.” On my recent trip to St. Louis, a unique place granted that [...]

(Note: This is the fourth in a series of posts about the first meeting of three online friends.)
At age 37, I finally found a beer I like. More on that later.
The appetizing aroma of Moonshot’s Irish stew in the Crockpot welcomed us back from the Adrenaline Zone. Conversation wandered from our blogs to [...]

Note: This is the third in a series of posts about the first meeting between three online friends.
At Moksha Gren’s home — affectionately dubbed “the Grenstead,” we marveled at how we all looked in three dimensions. I was a bit surprised that we stood so close to the same height. Though I had [...]