Some people just don’t give a shit. Dad did. So do I.
We make judgements about people all the time without knowing much, if anything, about them.
I experienced a convergence through a couple of communications that came my way today.
This one’s for you, Brah… In the fall of 2016 my daughter played volleyball for Fargo South. As often happens among road warriors who follow their kids all over state […]
The front porch of our little, off-white stucco house in Medora, N.D., was a magical place to be on hot, muggy summer evenings. / I was about 5 years old, and it was father-son time. I’d lean back, feel the strength in his chest and the arm around me, enjoy the cracking of peanuts in one of his big hands or the aroma of tobacco as he puffed at his pipe from time to time.
I’d never heard a more miserable, pitiful statement in my life, and I haven’t heard a more miserable, pitiful one since. It came in an upper-level English literature course of […]