Wednesday, October 14, 2015

I like about writing for public consumption. This is opposed to, say, how I started out which was just forcing these missives on my grandmothers who are contractually obligated to find me fascinating.

Ah fall. The season when all of nature attempts to move indoors.

Summer, as we know it, has come and gone.

One of the many benefits of being a writer is that my commute is short. (I gained 7 pounds the year I got a laptop and no longer had to walk all the way to the third floor to write).

’Tis the season when most public schools begin a new academic year.

Back to school. The very notion conjures up visions of autumn and plaid and crisp apples for the teacher.

Let us all take a moment to remember Summer 2014. That was a great day.

Here in the Midwest it is fair season. County fairs are gearing up, winding down, and whirling along.

There has been a move afoot for some time to relax (see also: dumb down) the English language.

I consider myself an "expert" on parenting on par with my "expertise" in machine gunnery or quantum physics.