When I was growing up with 1970s parents, I noted two things about my father: 1. He commandeered the telephone late into the night, shouting about his plant’s wood supply; and 2. He spent every other second in his recliner.
A recliner spewed from his butt.
A permanent appendage.
His lost tail.
I vowed I would NEVER be like him. Here’s how that turned out………….Continue Reading
I’m no longer sure what I want this space to be, but today, I’m taking it back to an early place. In this distant past, I used to put things here when I didn’t know how to talk about them. I’m having one of those moments, and I hope a few people are still interested in helping me work through it.Continue Reading
During our last episode of F’ed Up Fantasy Family, I reported the gift of an iPad to my aging parents. They wanted access to FaceTime in a purported bid to follow new-ish extended family members.
I was convinced they would use FaceTime while naked.Continue Reading