Oola and the Hose Monster

Oola and the Hose Monster

Our dog really liked drinking from the hose, but she hated having it splash her in the face. So she worked and worked until she got it just right–the water flowing full force straight down her throat, no splash. Watching her arrive at that exact position was like watching her wrestle with some kind of splash monster until she’d won. And every time I watched her do it, I held my breath until she’d conquered  the Hose Monster...

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Peeing, Pissing, Urinating or Laughing–Which Story?

Peeing, Pissing, Urinating or Laughing–Which Story?

We have a new puppy who is peeing, pissing, and urinating on the living room rug, which can get old before the dog does, so I’m kinda sorta glad I could still laugh when I saw Richard Jackson’s sculpture adorning the Orange County Museum. Puppies will be puppies. Ours is a Great Dane. Jackson’s is a Labrador. Plenty of labradors walk their owners by my house and stop at the corner of my neighbor’s fence. When we first...

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Make Them Laugh; Otherwise They’ll Kill You

Make Them Laugh; Otherwise They’ll Kill You

Watched the political conventions. Reminded me of  Oscar Wilde who famously said: “If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.” There was no lack of passion from the Republicans and/or the Democrats. Speaker after speaker argued that their point of view was the one all Americans (if they’re really Americans) ought to embrace. All that passion aside, a week later, the only thing I...

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Laughter, Wisdom and Story–Same Thing?

Laughter, Wisdom and Story–Same Thing?

Stories give us wisdom which is better than knowledge and more useful than information. In fact, I’ve come to believe that story is the way we capture wisdom and hold onto it. With that in mind, let me share a few thoughts . . . Truth gives us no comfort in time of trouble and no sense of direction. For that, you need good stories about how others handled hard times. Good stories bend the details but always tell the truth. That’s...

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My Mother and My Middle Finger

My Mother and My Middle Finger

I gave my middle finger to a particularly deserving driver and my mother (sitting in the passenger seat) about had a heart attack. Her generation valued “being a lady.” Mine decided “ladies” don’t get noticed/make history/climb the corporate ladder/etc. etc. . . . you get the idea. As a child, I was not supposed to be dramatic. Drama was for others with fewer manners. That was usually phrased as “a less...

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