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 Stephen King. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stephen King. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 19, 2011

I am becoming left handed

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I may not be the best writer, but I’ll wager I’m the only writer who can do 10 regulation Army pull-ups and juggle. Not simultaneously. Not...
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

The King-sized Monster in Maine

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We vacationed there as kids and it was where my wife and I enjoyed our last child-free frolic. But I’ll never return to Maine. A three-heade...
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Thursday, September 4, 2008

R.I.P. Buster the 19-year-old cat

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I was shoveling the last spade full of dirt on the dead cat’s grave when the 2-year-old said something eerily ominous. “He’ll be back.” Anyo...
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