First Posted 26-Dec-2014 I owe my Dad an apology, again. When I was a kid I was so pissed off at him for buying me a stupid ukulele. Four strings, sounded like crap, and was strung so I could finger chords with my right hand. I’m missing part of myContinue Reading

Meadow Filled with Black-eyed Susans

#johnk. My buddy and I were kicking around the various malfunctions we suffer from/through with our kin. His Dad somehow picked up the “go away/come here” tactic of some women. It is a core belief of his that any relationship that feels like it is in “come here” mode willContinue Reading