Last Thursday morning, Monkey Boy was very adamant about not going to school. He stripped off his pajamas and squatted on the top step of the stairs, “I am not going to stupid school today! I hate school.”
“I’ll tell you what, Ren, let’s make a deal,” I said.
Flip Flops, we used to call them thongs, a name now almost exclusively relegated to skimpy underpants. Whether you call flip flops or thongs or jandals, pluggers, go-aheads, slaps, you know what they are, those simple open-toed sandals, consisting of a flat sole held loosely on the foot by a Y-shaped strap that passes between the first and second toes and around either side of the foot.
Read MoreJust after sound check this morning at Musikfest, in Bethlehem, PA, an elderly man approached B, who he surmised as the leader of the rock band and said, “You’re too loud.”
Read MoreThere's one line in the Apostle's Creed that Ash interprets as, "The Holy Kathryn Church." Amen and amen.
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