My earliest recollection of my father is him looking down at me in my crib. Actually there are earlier ones but people seem to dispatch those with incredulity.
At the time I had casts on both legs. Set in the feet of the casts were screw threads, into which went...Read the rest →
Writing can be a real bitch. Some people can’t start a book or blog post. Some have trouble with the writing process itself, so spend endless time tweaking the same few paragraphs over and over. Some folks don’t know when to call it done and therefore never finish a...Read the rest →
About six months ago I was going to start a new enterprise. We’ll call it the Hefty Online Project. I didn’t get my ducks all quacking in a row quite the way I like, so I held off on the project for a bit.
Fast forward to now, six months...Read the rest →