Eight Days to Amish

No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)

Showing posts with label Mother's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother's Day. Show all posts
Sunday, May 8, 2016

A son's Mother's Day lament (from '13)

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(717 words) The woman sounded alarmed. She called to tell me she thinks Mom, 80, is really slipping. “She asked me to take her to ...
Sunday, May 10, 2015

From '13: Missing the Mom that used to be

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Wish I had something more cheerful, but Mother’s Day leaves me a little blue lately. I share this from ’13 because I know I’m not alon...
Friday, May 8, 2009

A stiff tribute to moms & cadavers

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I was eager to read Michael Perry’s recent Men’s Health article about human cadaver donation for two reasons: First, Perry’s a terrific wri...
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