When we’re young, we believe in crazy things. I believed, for instance, that I would one day make money by my rudimentary ability to put one word after another and ending it with the correct punctuation mark…most of the time; And, OK, I did do a little magazine work, for mom-and-baby mags and for young-lonely-men-alone-in-their-room… Continue reading On Success
I presume this is for when the local trash pandas binge-watch the latest American dumpster fire…
When you become a dog owner, a whole world of previously unimagined delights are opened up to you. The thrill, for instance, of finally finding a trash container for the full bag of poop you’ve been carrying around in 100-degree heat. There should be a word for that simple but profound emotion. It had been… Continue reading On Dog Training Mistakes
Remember how I was supposed to be giving up sugar? It’s going really well.
As soon as Jordan got into the training room, she immediately let us down. Under the watchful eye of a trainer we hadn’t met before, first she lurched toward a skinny, nervous Alsatian mix, then toward a spaniel, then toward a table (she was on a roll at that point and didn’t want to waste… Continue reading On Training Jordan, Part 3
Every one of these chairs has this sign on it. Apparently people like to re–enact the ending of Dead Poets Society in Half-Price Books in Austin. Keep that kind of thing to the privacy of your own homes, people.