Rolling smokes


100 years ago my aunt had this cigarette rolling machine. I would roll cigarette's for her and my uncle. I was...8 or 9? Anyway, I would pull the tobacco from this can. Jam it into the machine. Slide a filtered paper cylinder on a protuberance. And, like an old school credit card lithographer, I would …

The story of the smiling rock


There once was a little boy and he was good. He was happy and loved to smile. His smile made everyone else around him smile. Birds smiled. Trees smiled. Invisible cheese smiled. His smile lit up the world. Well, not the whole world. Gary the rock, he couldn't smile. You see, Gary was a rock, …

Babydom


The birth of our child is more than just keeping the lovely little human alive, but keeping ourselves sane and compassionate for each other. In the back of my head I keep saying that this has been done before (parenthood) and that we will be stronger for it, and so far we are. We are …