Monthly Archives: March 2011

My granddaughter, Arden Taylor – just home from school in Japan –  has been staying with me and my son Matt, since February 14th.  Since then, six weeks ago, she has lost 21 pounds and wants to lose more. I … Continue reading →

The best thing about children is their fresh perspective, unlike the stale ones we acquire later in life.  For example: Proverbs – According to 6 year-olds Mary taught first grade.  She had a class of twenty-five adorable 6 year-olds.  One … Continue reading →

It’s time to add a new word to your vocabulary today, children.  Today’s word is S.H.I.T. The following explanation appears on the internet so it must be true. Right? S.H.I.T. is indirectly derived from the word “manure”.  In the 16th … Continue reading →

One time, when I was about 10 years old, I observed a scene between my mother, Josie Gorman, and a tramp who had come up to our back door. It’s one of those childhood memories that lingers on. In Cedar Rapids, … Continue reading →

As a painter, my “canvases” are limited to interior walls and woodwork.  And using only latex paint.  As far as drawing skills are concerned, I might be able to portray a stick man if you really use your imagination. So … Continue reading →

When times are tough, the tough sometimes have to rely on their sense of humor.  Our pastor told us at church recently that collections are WAY down since the economy went south. So it was nice to find this story … Continue reading →

The next time you’re having a bad day at work, be glad you’re not a horse.  Be very glad. I found the photos in my email this morning, sent by our friend Linda Lewis.  Good timing.  I had just been … Continue reading →

Today is the 28th birthday of my great-niece Abby Fitzpatrick.  It’s also the day when she’s going to learn the answer to a very big secret.  Since it involves Octo-woman, I am holding my breath in anticipation. Abigail Anne Fitzpatrick … Continue reading →

This is the 97th birthday of my amazing Aunt Mary. As the last living member of our father’s generation, my sister Joan, brother Leo, and I keep hoping we’ve inherited some of her genes.  I wish we could clone her … Continue reading →

. . . . . . . Amen.