The best advice I ever got came from my grandfather. A barefoot boy named Ramses who found God somewhere between the footwashers and the snake handlers and managed to keep Him in spite of it all. Pa once told me, with all the conviction of a man who knows, what he didn’t know. “I don’t
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jet lag: also jet·lag (jÄ•t’lăg’) n. – A temporary disruption of bodily rhythms caused by high-speed travel across several time zones typically in a jet aircraft marked by fatigue, insomnia, and irritability. I don’t travel well with others. Especially when I can scream at them. I can scream at HIM. I try not to. And
The old lady drug a fat sausage hand across her forehead, sunk deep into her comfy chair and sighed. “Lawd knows Carl Dean. Lawd knows they prob’ly can’t help it. What with being born the way they was.” She closed her eyes when she said it. Kept them closed just long enough to make everyone
I met this fellow the other week in a Chester graveyard. I was waiting on evening song at the cathedral and watching a bunch of teenage tourists when I wandered in and almost stepped on him. I’ve walked over a lot of Victorians in the past nine years but there’s just something about this one
I’ve gained a stone this month. 14 pounds. 6.4 kilos. Whichever way you do it. This is just a rough estimate of course. I haven’t actually been on the scales. I value my state of mind too much. But I can feel it in my thighs and all over my face – because that’s where
The last time I saw her she had one child and wasn’t pregnant. Or maybe she was and I just didn’t know. Or maybe she told me and I just forgot because my life was in total upheaval and I’m really horrible like that. Anyway, she’s still not pregnant. But she does have an extra
1. Neck it. No. Not nekkid. Neck it! 2. Panna cotta. Whoever came up with such a dreadful thing? 3. It’s not climbing into a medieval tower that’s the hard part. It’s getting down. 4. West Virginia. North Carolina. It’s all the same. Mountains and banjos right? 5. So my mom says ‘There’s no need
After the Haymarket incident this morning I thought I’d give her a few hours – eastern standard time – to calm down. Phone her at the evening and ease her “the terrorists are coming and you’re right in their way” mentality. Then the whole Park Lane thing popped up and I rather thought better of
Here’s to Boeing getting their bums in gear and giving us in flight wifi. Until then, I’ll have to settle for setting posts to delay until arrival. Snapped this photo sans Jesus cloud (isn’t there always a Jesus cloud in this sort of thing?) over the Alps while managing to spill a single shot of
I can’t look at George Clooney without going all to pieces. I break out in nervous giggles and begin mild hyperventilation whenever I see him on the telly. Seriously. But I’m the same with hermit crabs and polka dots so go figure. My sister gets me completely. Jon Bon – as in Jovi – and
Chester High Street Today we went shopping in Chester. And by ‘shopping’ I mean ‘bought some soap and ate a lot’. It’s always so warm and humid in June and I’m not as fond of the city during the summer as I am during the winter. But there’s something to be said for dining in
Is it twitter or flitter? Or flat as a fritter? I can’t remember. I have an account. I don’t use it. That’s what blogs are for. Right? I’m devouring Flannery O’Connor right now. I bought a book of her short stories in a college town a few months back and carry it around with me
