Where I ponder why I’m pondering what I’m pondering

“Dad, what’s the hottest pepper?” That came from my son, the other day. I mentioned that I thought it was the ghost pepper, but that I was hardly an authoritative source. Apparently, it’s a new “Pepper X”. My kids claim pepperoni is way too spicy. Why do they care about hot peppers? I know late-night… Continue reading Where I ponder why I’m pondering what I’m pondering

Where nostalgia leads to ice cream and apples and childhood memories

There is something about this time of the year, and I just love it. The air is getting colder, but it’s not yet “cold.” Many a morning, I’ll find myself wanting to lie in the bed, blankets curled tight around me, living in that area between “asleep” and “dozing,” as a cool, crisp breeze comes… Continue reading Where nostalgia leads to ice cream and apples and childhood memories

I’m Defective

There are Twitter memes that work their way around…#randomfactsaboutme #100factsaboutme #ttymomnkab (ten things you may or may not know about me), and I’ve somehow managed to avoid all of them. Well, except for #moobie / #boobiewed because, let’s face it, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. I love reading these from other people, but despite… Continue reading I’m Defective

An Ode

The anticipation is like nothing else. Just the thought will put my mind on nothing else. I become focused – I must have. Nothing else will do. I need to hold, to touch. I need the feeling against my fingers. My breathing becomes faster, but shallower. My heart rate quickens. My eyes won’t focus. I… Continue reading An Ode