Why do we talk? (And we don’t we listen?)
My son asked me why we talk. I answered and then realized how wrong I was.
My son asked me why we talk. I answered and then realized how wrong I was.
When I was 3 and a half, I was featured in a book. There was a full-spread page with a photo of me leaning up against a borehole in the town of Centralia, smoke was billowing from the background and a group of teenagers were running from the camera–one may have been my brother. The … Read moreFather and son photographic reunion..
The rituals begin anew.. Fireworks around the world.. celebrations. Bars packed with amateurs attempting to recreate the perfect scene from a movie that never really was real to begin with.. And Times Square. That beautiful little piece of concrete island where a million people sway together, sing together, kiss each other, and desperately try to … Read moreOUT WITH THE NEW! IN WITH THE OLD!
I have been a Tumblr blogger for about four years now, on and off.. While I have several hundred followers, I really don’t find myself finding TUMBLR to be a place for dedicated blogging or long winded posting.. The scene there is credits weird GIFs and cat memes much more than someone with a thoughtful … Read moreA Fumblr on Tumblr: When reblogging innocence is creepy
My son Ayden met Santa for the second time last night. He announced his list, but this time shortened it down to two things. I think he panicked a bit and clammed up once he was face to face with the big guy.. Although afterwards he asked a good question: What is Santa doing here … Read moreWhen Ayden met Santa
Normally this weekly post is usually titled the ‘Sunday morning sidewalk’ .. but today this Sunday morning is coming down.. The reason is not clear, but there is a deep concern in my heart about some personal issues that seem to be developing in my family. Let me explain without giving away personal secrets–I’m a … Read moreA Sunday morning coming down
My life has changed considerably since the carefree days of my early 20s.. I am not saying that is a negative thing, but just instead a product of growing.. Interestingly, there are times I go back and see even what I posted on the HORROR REPORT about 10 years back, and really not much has … Read moreTHE NOSTALGIC NIGHT
Greetings from my world to yours.. From my son, who was longingly looking at a snowstorm as it began today.. to Mutley the Dog, who was counting every single flake as his next bite in the great nature buffet.. Today, the day before Thanksgiving 2014, was a fine day. It was marred by travel nightmares … Read moreTHANKSGIVING EVE, THE PARTIES BEGIN. BUT THE SNOW FALLS
I think I swear.. my son gets sick on holidays.. He’s 3 and a half, going on 30, but I remember each and every Halloween — and beginning of the Christmas season— he has been ill. Little Ayden Morris is setting a pattern.. to fall under the weather not only when the weather changes, but … Read moreFEVERS OF THE WITCH: Parenting in frightful times
You may have heard of a strange little story involving the Berenstain Bears.. Turns out that lots of people, people who are perfectly sane, think that they Berenstain Bears was spelled different when they were kids. Instead of “stain,” it was “stein” the premise goes.. There are websites dedicated to finding the truth of the weird … Read moreA child’s first time slip