Why I Live at the P.O.

As titles go, “Why I Live at the P.O.” is up there among the best. It’s a short story by Eudora Welty, and I don’t know if she’s still standing the test of time, but when I was in college, this story was de rigueur for every anthology ever published. (“I Stand Here Ironing ” […]

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One of Those Days

On the heels of my unhappy HOA meeting experience, I walked into One of Those Days at work. I had a bunch of plans, and many things to prepare for — and it all got tossed on its head. Repeatedly. Neither Kara nor Ben was at work when I got there. Kara, sadly, had gone […]

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Three Angry Men

I went to a very unpleasant meeting last night. “But wait,” I can hear some of you saying, “all meetings are unpleasant.” There was a time when I would have agreed with you. When I was 22-ish and just starting at the newspaper, I opted for the sports coverage, because meetings struck me as boring. […]

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O Cousin My Cousin

On my way here, with a completely different plan in mind, I swung by my e-mail — and that has changed everything. I have a cousin who became my cousin when we were both in college at the University of Colorado, and he has been battling a rare form of blood cancer which has taken […]

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Baby It’s Cold: The Sequel

Sometimes it’s the little things that stick with you. Since we decided to build a house — more correctly, have a house built for us — Lynn and I have been shamelessly inviting ourselves into other people’s homes. We’ve been in at least five houses built by our contractor. Happily, everyone seemed pleased with their […]

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Stemming the Size Tide of Doubt

I was deep into a discourse that was intended to be today’s blog entry, but as I was rambling (and rambling and rambling), it became clear that the topic was Bigger Than All of Us, and needs more control than I’m bringing this morning (and now I am fighting for supremacy of the computer and […]

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A Miserly View of the Movies

I fell asleep last night trying to watch my favorite holiday show, The Year Without a Santa Claus. I’d already missed out on the first half-hour when I discovered it on AMC, a channel I normally won’t watch because it’s two minutes of show tucked inside eight-minute segments of commercials. But for the Snow Miser, […]

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