American Pickers, Picking and Grinning
American Pickers is of particular in my household, a working-class family with parents/contemporaries who lived through the Great Depression.
American Pickers is of particular in my household, a working-class family with parents/contemporaries who lived through the Great Depression.
All death is certain, of course, but a diagnosis of Alzheimer’s disease is among the more trying of ways mortality comes for someone.
For the sake of not talking politics for a moment, let us indulge ourselves of this social media food outrage du jour.
People trade in indignation & outrage. I imagine we justify ourselves using this currency by appealing to the evil deeds of our neighbor.
I have realized how truly blessed I am…I have my friends and family by my side to face whatever 2021 is bringing my way
Here is my journal which I kept from October 5 to December 21, edited for readability, followed by periodic commentary.
A Child’s Christmas in Wales is itself, and in being itself it speaks to variegated experiences beyond its author’s own knowledge.
My family watched the new Pixar film, Soul, and let me tell you it is the gut punch that we all need right now.
Instead of dragging out all the tired Christmas clichés and 2020 jokes, I’ll just share a little story about a lesson learned and the spirit of Christmas.
Enduring institutional death is a difficulty of another magnitude and rising again is all but impossible. But some can die healthy deaths.
I have seen many talking in front of I Love Me Walls: polished wood paneling and shelves festooned with flags, pictures, trophies, & plaques.
Holiday memories force me to face my own mortality and reflect on my perspective of coming of age in a previous century.
I went to plan the family get-together, and I found much to my chagrin that the Klinkes were out of business. Like, out of business entirely.
The various non-food items that are necessary to have on hand not only in case of emergency, but also just for day to day living
With that kind of empowerment and love at home, the Vice President-Elect was almost guaranteed a life of success and confidence.
Acceptance is the place to be when it comes to school closures. It’s ugly, sudden, disruptive and messy, but it’s coming.
The fear of my father is transforming, evolving, not less in fear, but growing in it, producing a fruit, of sorts.
Don’t put YOUR unreasonable expectations onto the backs of the working poor. They’ve already got enough to carry.
The Tommy Shelbys and Nucky Thompsons of the world are parasites on the real men who make the world go round.
Pet adoptions are way, way up. It makes a lot of sense- – what better time to welcome a furry new member to the family than when you’re off work and have plenty of time for the transition?