Category Archives: Brothers and Sisters
Tale-Telling from the Homefront
Home this past weekend. It was Mother’s Day, if you didn’t know; if you didn’t know, you’ve really got more going on than I’m fit to address, frankly. In Britain and Ireland, Mother’s Day is more commonly referred to as “Mothering Sunday”, which … Continue reading
Heart Blender
That’s about all I’ve got, at the moment. *** I mean…what do you want from me? I spent most of Sunday sticking a meat thermometer in my eyeball. Or texting my sister, thusly: SARAH: Why is this happening ME: They need to … Continue reading
Filed under B.T Shaw, Brothers and Sisters, Indianapolis Colts, Poetry
The Passage of Time
My mother sent myself and some brothers and sisters a few pictures from home two weeks ago, e-mail-ily. She wrote: “For those who haven’t seen the house this fall. These are both from the back deck…Today most of the leaves are biting the … Continue reading
Filed under Brothers and Sisters, My Parents, Phebe Davidson, Poetry, Stirring World Events
A Little Quiet, Followed By Loud
In one of those Halloween shops this weekend, with Bridgid. You know–those Halloween shops, the ones that randomly spring from the earth this time of year, like earthworms from the soil after a driving rain; except for the fact that earthworms … Continue reading
Sisters, Sisters
In the grocery store last week, on the phone with my sister. I’m that guy too often; that guy who talks on the telephone in line, and flaps her hands around like an addlepated scarecrow [what?] when the cashier/registerperson addresses … Continue reading
Filed under Brothers and Sisters, Math and Science: General, Poetry, Steve Wilson
Three Nights Two Days
Home in Indianapolis for the weekend, for my niece’s sixth birthday party. I got in late Friday night. On Saturday morning, my parents made breakfast, and we randomly began watching a Western film that was on the TV. My pa’s a real … Continue reading
Weddingest
My mother and I were in a Kroger’s grocery store last Thurday morning, buying goods against the arrival of many, many family members coming into town for My Brother’s Wedding As we paused in the meat section, I noticed a … Continue reading
Dearest
What? I can’t call you “dearest”? Dearest dearest dearest. *** Finally saw “Star Trek” on Saturday. The sequence of events which opens the movie…I mean… u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-blee-blee-blee-blee I glanced over at Bridgid, somewhere in there; we were both in tears. I … Continue reading
June Is Bustin’ Out All Over, Except Not
I work near DePaul University, and sometimes I go to the bizarre-ish Dominick’s grocery store on Fullerton. Because it is near DePaul University, I have started playing a game when I go to this Dominick’s. The game is called: What Do College-Aged Guys Purchase … Continue reading
Filed under Brothers and Sisters, Poetry, Timothy Murphy
Spring Break.
I got home tonight from an Easter spell on the homefront. I’m tired, I’m luggage, I’m _______. Thusly, I’m going to Post The Real Deal on Wednesday, aka Tax Day. I can’t give this week a miss, gentle readers. Too much … Continue reading
Filed under Brothers and Sisters, My Parents
