It’s been a few weeks now since Freeda, our 14 year old pit-lab mix, died, and the kids and I decided yesterday morning that the time had come to dig a hole in the back yard near where she liked to lay, build a little wooden box for her ashes, and give her a proper […]
Category Archives: Mark’s Life
The arrow pointed down an alleyway off of Washington Street. Another sign, about 20 yards down the alley, pointed behind a garage, where I assume someone was waiting with various bottles of potion. I was tempted, but I did not give in to my curiosity. I value my life too much.
I was woken up at a little before 7:00 AM this morning to the sound of an explosion. Linette pushed me out of bed, telling me to check on Clementine. She was sure, given the ferocity of the blast, that a tree had fallen across the back of our house, and she was fearing the […]
I’m fascinated by the evolution of frontier justice in the digital age. Whenever there’s a story of someone being turned on by the internet, I’m completely captivated. Regardless of whether or not it’s deserved, I just can’t turn away. It’s one thing to watch a story spread like Janet Jackson’s nipple across the internet, but […]
I don’t want to suggest that my kids have never heard me laugh. They have. In fact, I laugh quite often, in my own little way. I shake my head and chuckle. I occasionally allow a guffaw to escape. I don’t think that my son and daughter have ever had the occasion to hear me […]