My Deer Family
I occasionally admit that I grew up on roadkill. This is not entirely accurate, as I also ate venison procured by gun, and…
Continue ReadingI occasionally admit that I grew up on roadkill. This is not entirely accurate, as I also ate venison procured by gun, and…
Continue ReadingTo be a Maine kid is to jump from season to season – from mud puddle to pristine lake to leaf pile to…
Continue Reading“Dada’s got to go to Earth.” “Oooh. Bye dada!” Bronson, Oliver and I hope to join Ryan on the same planet sometime soon….
Continue ReadingI think there should be a Youtube channel called Birth Control. It could be a constant stream of my life. One clip will…
Continue ReadingSilence in the face of suffering is unnatural. While I was getting Bronson some cereal in the kitchen, I sipped some coffee and…
Continue ReadingA truck gallivanting towards a head, a big toe with teeth marks – these days jealousy is all the rage in our house….
Continue ReadingIf Bronson is awake, he’s the five-step police. “Mama! Mama!”, he shouts if I’m about to take a sixth step in the opposite…
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