Big Little Wolf's Daily Plate of Crazy

Good gifts
Digital SLRs. Flat panel TVs. Exotic watches. Cordless drills, wrench sets, any kind of tools. Grills, golf clubs, silk ties. These are good gifts, aren’t they? Maybe even fabulous gifts?
This used to be the lexicon of my month of June – whatever the latest and greatest gifts might be – for the father of [...]

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Hey. That Momalom thing.

You know. Two babes. Writers. Sisters. A little… um… wacky. Because who reads and comments on more than 100 blogs over the course of 10 days, each day?
Who is so inspiring (or nuts) they entice 100 others to do the same?
And I don’t mean Blah-g Blah-g Blah-g, either. I mean real stuff. [...]

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It was always a special morning. It required early rising, a hurried glance at the sky, and readying the chocolate eggs, the plastic eggs, and the painted hard-boiled eggs.
There was coordination with other parents on the street – always a conspiracy concocted to keep our children distracted, and of course, a backup plan in case [...]

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Coffee in the quiet
First coffee in the morning, without rushing. Italian Roast, freshly brewed. The aroma, savored before I swallow. I will take my time. With everything. Even writing. Heaven.
It is Saturday. There will be no lunch making at 7:30 a.m., no sluggish adolescent to poke and prod to get him to stir, no jostling [...]

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Is existence, in and of itself, a legitimate source of hope? Is any source of hope legitimate?
Alice Sebold, quote worthy of mention 

I was reading from a collection of short stories last week. The Best American Short Stories, 2009, to be precise. It was an uncharacteristically jubilant burst of reading (no interruptions), and eventually, I [...]

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Jewelry case, treasure box, and secret objects
Doesn’t every kid have a treasure box? Some sort of secret container tucked under a bed or stowed in the back of a closet?
Made out of cardboard or straw, velvet or plastic. Perhaps an old cigar box. Remember those? Or a metal case that held who-knows-what, subsequently rescued [...]

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Did the Jetsons have a jukebox? Did they ever cut the rug? Dance cheek-to-cheek? If not Jane and George, then daughter Judy, or their boy Elroy?
Mosh Pit?
Don’t ask me what prompted thoughts of Jane Jetson, mid-century visions of the future, or spontaneous fits of dancing.
But here we are, memories triggered by who knows what – [...]

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“I want to get married,” he says.
The words are fired off into the air and seem to settle there, stark and defiant, as though some invisible structure of wires and pulleys holds the phrase in place so I cannot turn away. Then each letter tumbles down through the air, disintegrating.
These are special effects. Perhaps I [...]

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How will you welcome 2010?
Are you thinking of your New Year’s celebration, and getting ready to party hard? Or are you contemplating the past decade, assessing the ups and downs of ten tumultuous years on the world stage?
What about your own 10 years in review?
As you prepare to greet the change in decade with [...]

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I was never married, though it was something like marriage.
Perhaps I should say that I was married, and he was not. We had documents of our joining, we had a wedding – and it was a happy one. I thought that was a good sign. I remember the way that he looked at me and [...]

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