Some people just don’t give a shit. Dad did. So do I.
The perfect balance between soft and firm, slightly crumbly, a little buttery and always sweet.
This coronavirus thing sucks. I feel you.
We all pay for our sins somehow.
Jump. Run. Walk. Ball. Throw. Catch. Milk. Baby… Mother.
Madrid, Paris and London in two weeks. Wow. Awesome trip. I tried to look at it a little differently here and there along the way. Here’s some of what I saw –
She died on Palm Sunday. I think that would have made her happy, as she drew her last breaths, knowing that she was going to die on a significant day on the church calendar. I held her hand all that morning. Now I hold the bean stone.
Father’s Day, 2004 “Thanks for being here.” My father, Martin C. Fredricks III, said this to me many times, usually at family gatherings. Just as often, though, he said it […]
“Mart probably fell into the toilet, and Dad’s making a list of ways to get him out.” That punch line, originally delivered by my older sister when we were just […]