No wonder the clerk at Barnes & Noble laughed. I was distracted and oblivious, too wrapped up in myself to treat her as a fellow-traveler on the same journey. I ignored her, more or less, anxious to be on my way. I wasn’t rude, but I wasn’t kind –...
Day 2: Mildewed Mystery
It appeared as if from God, wadded up on the floor of the laundry room. Mind you, that’s also the furnace room and the water heater room and the catch-all storage/work room that my kids always referred to as MomLand. Don’t be getting ideas about some lovely Pinterest-worthy laundry...
Day 1: Heavily Armed, Easily Pissed
I dash to the store early on this crisp bright New Year’s morning, full of resolution and enthusiasm. I’m proud of myself: I breathe deeply and overcome my irritation at discovering that there isn’t an ounce of coffee in the house. I don’t curse bitterly as I scrape thick...
365 Days of Mirth!
Dear neglected MIRTH subscribers, To atone for ignoring you for the past year (OK, year and a half), I’ll spend the next one writing to you every day. I see you rolling your eyes. Stop that! My plan is to send you a smile early every morning, something short...
When I Saw Hair Standing There
What in God’s name is wrong with mankind? Besides the mundanities of murder, mayhem, and madness, I mean? And I do blame God. Any shopkeeper worth his salt says, “You break it, you own it.” We were created broken, and nothing much got mended during the last divine redemptive...