Walk a mile

As part of my oh, gee, wouldn’t it be swell to not be dead of a heart attack at 50 plan, I’ve been walking. Mostly in the evenings, with my dogs, sometimes with a kid. It’s like a time out, a break from twitter, a little something I’m doing just for me. Wow, it sounds […]

Oh, dear.

Dear Daughter: After asking for pretzels, why did you take several handfulls and toss them on the kitchen floor? Dear Dog: You, who will eat just about anything – including rocks and brownies the kitty leaves for you in her box – don’t like Pretzels?  What’s up with that? Dear Family: At some point, after […]

If you can read this, thank a teacher.

Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him …..A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis. Also, thank my […]