Window Over The Sink

I was a poor kid. The obvious, everyone-knows-it poor. We didn't have plumbing, we lived in a little house that would have been small for...

In case this looks familiar ... This is from January of 2023. I'm using it again for three reasons. One is that I really like it. Two is...

Some of the Black Dog Writers - Valerie, Emma, Scott, Navi, Joe, and Brian Speaking of age, as I way too often do ... can you believe...

When I was a kid, I loved having dollar bills. Well, I loved having money at all, but I felt much richer with five ones than with a five....

Our wedding anniversary was Thursday. "How many?" said my sister-in-law in disbelief when I answered the annual question. Fifty-four...

I'm writing from what is for me a unique place right now, so I'll probably wear it out. Sorry, not sorry. As I've mentioned ad nauseum ,...

This is from 1991, the early years of the Window Over the Sink. It was the first Mother's Day column I ever wrote. It is still my...

It was interesting. I didn't have anything to say this morning. I know, I know, that has never stopped me before, but I seriously had...

At church last week, we served a funeral dinner. We are Methodists, so there was lots of good food. They say you can't cook your way to...

This was from April of 2023, but was written before that. While I know when I wrote it, I don't actually recall doing it. It was a rough...

Friday Morning It's Friday morning here. Early. The sun was waking up when I came to my office. I said thanks for another day, for a...

"Yesterday (20 March 2025), The Atlantic published a searchable database of over 7.5 million books and 81 million research papers . This...

It was the late 1960s, so there was nothing new about a sit-in. They'd been on the news for a few years. They disgusted most people I...

I'm comfortable with being old. I like having a huge quiver of memories to carry around, that our house is long paid for, that I can...

When I was a kid, I wanted to be popular. I also wanted to be thin, pretty, and well dressed. I wanted to have enough money to shop at...

I complain about hate. A lot. At halvesies with greed, I consider it to be one of the two worst things that have ever happened to our...

"In the end, we'll all become stories." -  written by Margaret Atwood.   "... but it is up to us whether that story is unremarkable, or,...

This week someone called me a Marxist . Actually, it was a liberal Marxist , so I was okay with part of it. So, even though I learned...

It's Friday morning and it was three degrees when I got up. After whining a bit about this being winter at its worst, I remembered a few...

At Black Dog Writers the other night, we used story prompts and wrote for 20 minutes. Most of us wrote in longhand, a few on tablets, a...