In response to a Certain Someone Who Shall Be Nameless, who takes note if I feature, say, more windows than doors in my Thursday Doors post, I give you this: Let’s take it from left to right, shall we? Thursday doors is the brainchild of…

Charlie and I were talking about our pasts, shaking our heads more in sorrow than in anger about things we know now that we wish we’d known then. He gave me my one-liner for the week — maybe for all time: “I always feel like…

We actually put a couple of messes into the compost this week. Y’all know that’s rare for us, but some messes just don’t work out. The older Charlie gets, the less willing he is to eat my mistakes, and I’m okay with that. I never…