Cane Caldo is generally a pretty smart guy.
And I’ve seen an uptick in my traffic, (despite the fact I’m not really writing) and had to spam several comments women attempted to leave. So, in the interest of
My sabbatical ended up being longer than I anticipated. In the interim, many things have gone on in my life, the most significant being that I got engaged. As I discussed timing with her parents, I remember saying “If we wait for the perfect time to get married, we’ll be waiting forever, because there is no perfect time, only good times and bad times.”
Note: In a departure from the usual fare, I thought I’d try my hand at fiction. Nevertheless, there are several important ideas in the following short story.
The man Leslie was currently calling “Dad” found it.
He wasn’t really Leslie’s dad–Leslie had never met his dad, but he had called 11 men dad over the past 10 years. At 14, Leslie couldn’t really remember much before that.
“Just wait until your mother comes home” the man had said. Leslie sat on the edge of the bed and wondered what his mother would do. Like everyone else Leslie knew,
I have been reminded that I have not posted here recently. Part of it is that I’ve been busy. Part of it is that I just haven’t had the words. When the words come to me, I will write them. In the meantime, I leave you with this:
The first post on this blog was published one year ago tomorrow. While I’m not a high-traffic site, I’m thankful for the conversations I’ve had here over the past year. I’ve certainly learned and grown, and I aim to continue to do so in the next year. I hope that I’ve been of use to … Read more…