Tag: mom

My Mom Thinks I Write Well, So

The rest of you could be people I know and love, or maybe you’re a blogger who’s been hanging out with me in this weird party for the last few years. It’s okay that I’m not sure who you are. It shouldn’t really matter.

Return To Chicago

The mountains and the lake and the cabin life was really great; I forget every year how relaxing a world can be without technology moving it along at it’s hefty clip. We have a family golf tournament early in the week on one of the world’s most beat up golf courses on earth and the golf carts are probably the most advanced technology in the whole town. I think the local library just operates on your word that you’ll return their books.

Robbed.

The morning got off to quite a start, the rare energy to get the gasoline I needed for my incredibly demanding car unexpectedly manifesting itself like a leprechaun…