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From the Back Porch

Humor and other thoughts, including life with children, and life in general.

Moby Mashed Potato
I’ve just come in from shoveling snow from the third consecutive winter storm this week. This, with the cartilage-free zones of my knees which are about to be guillotined from my legs and replaced with metal and plastic joints next month. more
The Middle of the Night is a Weird Place The Middle of the Night is a Weird Place
They play a strange, relentless rhythm, and the more I try to ignore them, the more their hypnotic beat begins to make me crazed. I start to imagine things as I attempt to shut them out. more
To Honor the Noble Dandelion To Honor the Noble Dandelion
In April, we got a flyer in the mail from a company called “Lawn Dawgs”, with a photo of a big fat dandelion in the grass. The flyer said, “The Dandelion is the Number One Nemesis of Lawn Owners.” I say, “Cow puckey!” On this beautiful August day, I was glad to find a single dandelion in my grass, so I bid it a friendly howdy do. more
Stalking Louisa May Stalking Louisa May
I had always strongly identified with Jo as a child, and felt a deep reverence for the world Ms. Alcott created with her books about the March family... more
The First Boy I Loved The First Boy I Loved
I saved my allowance money to buy him special gifts for Christmas. I got him cool things that I thought he would appreciate. Once it was a rubber chicken; another time it was plastic vomit. more
The Woods Were Alive With Bogey The Woods Were Alive With Bogey
~ This column was written in 2011. It seems a fitting eulogy after writing about Vinny in our last newsletter ~
When I tried to catalogue what it was that I loved about him, I found that I couldn’t name it exactly, but I began to summon him in my heart from across the unnamed worlds of the universe. An uncanny mood emanated from the woods, and I noticed that the trees were the same color as Bogey. more
Missing Vinny Missing Vinny
So, we are grieving. I am experiencing the grieving process as a hungry gnaw emanating from my cat heart gland. There is something innately comforting about cat presence. To paraphrase something Joni Mitchell once said, “cats are the heartbeat of the house”. more
Thoughts on a Winter Evening Thoughts on a Winter Evening
While walking at twilight one evening, I heard a large congregation of birds in the trees beyond some railroad tracks. They were far away, high in the bare trees against the night sky. more
Sunday Mornings with Fen Sunday Mornings with Fen
I’m awake and I enter the kitchen, which is lit by a small table lamp. My father is wearing a red plaid bathrobe, seated at the table with his legs crossed, the top leg bobbing up and down as it does, sticking out, white skinned and sparse-haired. He has a cup of coffee within reach, the newspaper is unfolded across his lap and part of the table, and one hand holds a bowl of cereal. more
Bathed in God’s Love Bathed in God’s Love
A Visit to Psychic Medium, Kat Logan
What a lovely woman! The feeling of kindness and sincerity was palpable. We entered the house, which was beautifully arranged with art, plants, musical instruments and a wholesome feeling of care and calm. Tears came to my eyes almost immediately because I felt such a loving and accepting spiritual atmosphere. more
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