I hate June bugs. Yes, I realize “hate” is a powerful, laden word. I realize that it should not be used indiscriminately or flippantly, for it is the main word we have for ultimate abhorrence. Yes, I realize that I should consider using the word “loathe” or “despise” or “detest” instead – something not quite [….]
Since my plans for an original Gimbling in the Wabe went a bit off the rails this week, I’m taking advantage of this morning’s snow to dust off a former offering. Even though today’s snow was nothing even remotely like what came down in 2013 (when this essay was first published), it nevertheless was honest to goodness snow, and this [….]
Those of us who live in the northern climates glorify in the passing of winter into spring. Evencold weather enthusiasts such as myself can’t help but feel a thrill when waking to the energetic chirping of the birds that have been huddling in abeyance for months, and enjoy the return of daylight to our early [….]
This is what happens when a long winter, a grey spring and an idea that has lain dormant far too long all intersect. Oh, and reading a lot of Dylan Thomas. That can do it, too. I don’t do a lot of creative writing (and I certainly don’t consider myself a poet; rather, someone who [….]
It seems like lately I simply cannot wash the dishes without first plugging into my iPod. (Yes, I still hand wash my dishes. I know, call me a Philistine, I don’t mind.) This is true with other housework to a lesser extent, but especially when washing the dishes, I must be listening to my iPod. [….]
I enjoy sports, but I love baseball. I mean, I Really Love Baseball. Mid-January through mid-March are barren for me, not because of the cold, snow or ice, but because they are devoid of baseball or even the distraction of football and the holidays. The day that pitchers and catchers report to camp is my [….]
