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 mothers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mothers. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Mom's fallen & may not get back up

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(676 words) I’ve been the primary care giver for my darling 84-year-old mother since 2010 when she first began exhibiting signs of m...
Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Boxed wine for Mom on Boxing Day

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(702 words) All I know about Boxing Day I learned from a 1981 episode of M*A*S*H that featured Col. Potter swapping duties with Co...
Friday, September 4, 2015

How to kill your mother (with love)

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(740 words) Val heard an aspiring dog groomer had moved into the neighborhood and was looking for what I guess you’d call canine gui...
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I'm the Latrobe, Pa., based author of "The Last Baby Boomer: The Story of the Ultimate Ghoul Pool," "Use All The Crayons! The Colorful Guide to Simple Human Happiness," and popular books about two Latrobe neighbors (Fred Rogers & Arnold Palmer). I'll write for anybody who'll pay me. I am a PROSEtitute
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