About That Flag

I’m not the diplomat in the family. Not by a long shot! But, I am aware that I still unofficially represent the U.S. just by my physical presence in foreign countries.

Sometimes, this can be difficult. Take, for example, the entire Bush presidency. We were in Prague when Dubya invaded Iraq on false pretenses, and were still there when the American people re-elected him in 2004. This was downright embarrassing. Continue reading About That Flag

Moving Brain

I just realized that I haven’t blogged in over a month. It’s a symptom!

Every time we move, I suffer from a recurring syndrome called Moving Brain. I’ve written about it before, but it’s on my mind at the moment (along with about 287 other things) so why not explore it more detail? It’s about the only thing I can concentrate on at the moment, anyway! Continue reading Moving Brain

A Story About a Mountain

Bobbie Jo was a friend of my mother’s, and a community organizer of sorts. She had tightly permed hair, tobacco-stained snaggle teeth, and bright green polyester pants hugging her ample behind. Friendly, and common as dirt, she once surprised me while visiting our home by walking right into the single bathroom to put on her lipstick while I was using the toilet. Well, it was only ladies present, after all.

When I was about 11, and my brother a couple of years younger, Bobbie Jo invited us all to come visit her up on Clinch Mountain in east Tennessee. Continue reading A Story About a Mountain


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