diagnosis: stupid!

diagnosis: stupid!

bring on the crank.  with only 90 minutes of sleep in each of my back pockets i’d be daft to turn down that adderall prescription rumored to be popular with all the neighborhood moms.  last night my girl gave us another scare with her distended belly, lameness...
thiry-seven

thiry-seven

forty? thirty-seven? are they really that different? yesterday was my take on the daniel day lewis starring, paul thomas anderson directed film, “there will be blood.” except in my version the more apt title was: “there will be butter.” having...
facebook? who knew?

facebook? who knew?

just when i think i’ve absolutely had it with facebook and its gossipy and passive agressive ways, something beautiful draws me back in. typically it’s an animal rescue story, or an interesting article or post from my thousands of “likes,” such...