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)

Monday, February 20, 2017

Toothy truths about dental care

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(737 words) If the tooth fairy worked on scale, my Mom might have enough to afford her dentist. Mom is one of those people who’s...
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Friday, February 17, 2017

How much living in 54 years?

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(592 words) It was toward the end of the family birthday festivities when Josie, 16, observed that, man, 54, is getting up there. ...
Thursday, February 16, 2017

My half-stached birthday

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(764 words) On the new driver’s license, the photo looks like a wooly caterpillar is marching up  my left nostril to lay eggs in a c...
Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Lab-grown diamonds for Val Day

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(597 words) Lucy was about 6 when we found a pingpong ball-sized chunk of coal during a stroll along the train tracks. “Here,” I...
Monday, February 13, 2017

Which could you live without? TV or people? Survey says...

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(692 words) It could have been any of one thousand small talk conversations I’ve had with my senile 84-year-old mother as we putzed ...
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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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