A Wandering Tale

Monthly Archives: July 2011

I have an irritating ability to foresee the death or at least egregious wounding potential of most situations involving little kids. It’s best I’ve had none of my own or I’d probably have to spend the next thirty-odd years on Xanax. My poor sister gets the receiving end of my neurosis every couple of weeks when I call her to say I’ve just had a gruesome nightmare about my nephew and she… Read More

Warning:  Do not read while eating I’ve been having a fantastic summer. Maybe too much sun and fun, if you know what I mean, and so once or twice a week I wake up and look at myself in the mirror and scream (in my head) and decide I must exercise. Running is my preference but it is only possible in the early morning before it gets too hot. Conveniently, I have… Read More