Tag Archives: My Wife

On The Overuse Of The Word “Love”

Forever and Always My wife My pugs My parents (and her parents) My friends Their adorations My God (though not necessarily “and country”) A Torrid Affair Black coffee / handled mugs Greyer days / large windows Ales / hops malts … Continue reading

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New Year’s Day 2014

Grandma Hilda believed that whatever you did on New Year’s Day you would do a-plenty in the year to come. With this in mind, Grandma structured the activities of her New Year’s Day more carefully than any poser publishing their … Continue reading

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The Question of Muse (And The Debunking of The Christian Sunday School Response)

9:12 AM – We returned a few days ago from a week vacationing in Galveston, Texas. (For the record, my definition of vacation is doing what I would normally do at home – read books, drink coffee, search for good … Continue reading

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How My Wife Ran Down My Resolve And Perhaps Made Me A Would-Be Runner

6:57 AM – Admittedly addicted to Lana Del Ray after that number in The Great Gatsby. Perhaps Paradise is not the best propeller of productivity on a Monday morning, but I’ll find out soon. *** “My parents are very religious, … Continue reading

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An Unintended Celebration of How The Wife and I Find The Most Balance When The Plum Line’s Tipped

9:14 AM – Slept in after a late night at the Ass show. My awesome black-tee shirted wife endured her first thrash metal circle pit and felt the floor buckle beneath a dude’s skull. She came home hungry for sleep … Continue reading

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