I had just left Portland, Oregon – for good. Packed up a UHaul and towed my 1987 yellow Volvo Wagon (which I loved so much). It hadn’t worked out between me and a lady. Time to move on. I decided on home and internet marketing.
There came a day when Rosebud realized her own inner necessity outweighed any and all consequences. What once saved her was now killing her. Here’s what she decided to do.
Me? Memorable things, like a Minor In Possession citation from 1996. Mean things, like the cursing letter I never gave a family member from 2002. Enough space for all of Oregon and Michigan. Directions. Evidence that would get me hanged. Proof that I really did love her. Clues that go nowhere and never make the […]
When our paths cross we are a brotherhood telling tales.
because 100 years from now, my hands will have rotted like dust in my grave, and I KNOW that a great grandson will find my blog
It will NEVER change. You still wake up, and have to get out of bed. Even if you’re dreading it. Here’s what to do…
Living in Kalamazoo can be a whirl of a world, “small whirl.” Here in Kalamazoo every action tugs at the intersection of many other cross-road-ing streets. Kalamazoo is certainly, and sometimes painfully, a reminder of the mutual respect and responsibility we owe to our fellow community members. I was having a conversation with a person whom I had an unusual introduction, which otherwise might have started at a status of mutual respect. He called Kalamazoo a “Spider web.”
Dealing with an ornery kid can be difficult.
My little girl, Ella Rose, is so poised and sweet and smart. She started pre-school this week (9-16-13)
10 posts at Eric Walker Blog that I like and you might like too.