Years ago, when I was in the market for life lessons, I came across a run of cowboy wisdom. The wisdom included nuggets like these:
• Don’t squat with your spurs on.
• Always drink upstream from the herd.
• Just ’cause trouble comes visiting doesn’t mean you have to offer it a ...
I enjoy cooking. I’m good at baking, boiling or browning good eats.
But I came home from my last grocery shopping trip with a gallon of milk, one box of Golden Grahams and one box of Reese’s Puffs. And a tube of peel-and-eat cookie dough for dessert.
That’s the thing about being a ...
The epiphany splatted me upside the head at the laundromat.
(Being splatted by an epiphany is something like being socked by a fit, but without the frustration of being swamped by a fitted sheet.)
I had just flipped open the washing machine lid to discover “snow” splattered throughout ...
It had been a long, tiring day. All I wanted to do was to snuggle into comfy pajamas, flop in my chair with a good (comic) book, and relax.
I pulled flannel pajama bottoms from my drawer. Perfect.
Then I padded, sifted and slammed through every bedroom drawer, searching for the matching ...
Dried-up rubber bands and balls of single shoelaces. Nine-volt batteries and decks of cards without any aces. Brown paper from packages with snippets of strings…
These are a few of my favorite (junk drawer) things.
(If you sang the above lines, I offer my apologies to you, Rodgers, ...
Cousin Ollie tossed down his comic book and sighed. “I’m bored.”
I was in the middle of a very important panel of my Little Lulu comic. I fumbled for the empty wrapping paper tube beside me and flung it at Ollie. “Here, look for something to do through your telescope.”
Back in ...