Monthly Archives: May 2004

Much in the way that Sac promises to kick your ass slowly and unpleasantly with Tai Chi Chuan, I have foregone traditional over-the-counter medicines that are guaranteed to dry up the snot tornado still whirling through the trailer park of … Continue reading →

A few weeks ago I took Jackson out for date night. Jack had a jazz gig with just him on bass and Little Al* on guitar, on the leafy patio of a dance club downtown, and it was an altogether … Continue reading →

I am once again testing the limits of sending holiday-deadline-specific gifts via the Internet. I thought Mother’s Day was May 22; this morning, Jack informed me otherwise. MOTHER’S DAY IS SUNDAY, EVERYBODY. I am crossing all fingers and toes with … Continue reading →

I’m sure you recall the scene in A Bug’s Life where the ant, who is looking for some tough bugs to fight the grasshopper bully (who is named Hopper, and who kick-starts his leg and roars off with the sound … Continue reading →

Discursive possibilities between you* and me after you clobber me with a plastic sword. *If you are nearly three years old One What I Say: “Ow! Don’t do that!” What You Say: “But I just did!” What You Mean: Jesus, … Continue reading →