D Is for Stinky, Ruffy, and a Dollop of Muggs*: #atozchallenge

Probably no one man should have as many dogs in his life as I have had, but there was more pleasure than distress in them for me except in the case of an Airedale named Muggs. He gave me more trouble than all the other fifty-four or -five put together, although my moment of keenest … Continue reading D Is for Stinky, Ruffy, and a Dollop of Muggs*: #atozchallenge

Doodle #3. What I Want to Be When I Grow Up

  Doodle #3. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? Doodle it in the simple way a child would. When I was four, I wanted to be Davy Crockett. I had the official outfit, complete with coonskin cap, and a charred mop handle named Old Betsy, and I … Continue reading Doodle #3. What I Want to Be When I Grow Up

“Use the right word . . . “: Mark Twain’s Mother

Mark Twain cared about words: Pa's boot with a couple of his toes leaking out of the front end; the sow lying in the middle of the street looking as happy as if she was on salary; and Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on. "The difference between the almost right word … Continue reading “Use the right word . . . “: Mark Twain’s Mother

Billie

My father would have been ninety-nine years old today. In September, he'll have been gone for thirty-one years. It's easier to imagine him as the child in this picture than to imagine him at ninety-nine. Of two things, however, I'm certain: If here were here today, his blue eyes would still be twinkling, and  he … Continue reading Billie

Billie

My father would have been ninety-eight years old today. In September, he'll have been gone for thirty years. It's easier to imagine him as the child in this picture than to imagine him at ninety-eight. Of two things, however, I'm certain: If here were here today, his blue eyes would still be twinkling, and  he … Continue reading Billie