I am here to dispel rumors this week. Members of my family and I have received a few questions over the last few months that I’d like to clear up here. Ya see, when I was but a young pup, and my sister was a teenager, she spoke of moving to New York. Once she turned eighteen, she was gonna ...
It is difficult to describe my day in one sentence, as it was filled with capricious plans, the occasional screaming, and a visit from the ghost of Mike future. Okay, so I have wanted a heavy duty H-frame easel for some time, and a couple of days ago, I saw a nice one on Facebook Marketplace. ...
For me, as an artist, ideas are fascinating. For all the books, paintings, articles, and other projects that I’ve done in my life so far, there have been a million that never got past my frontal lobe. But that rare case when an idea ya had so long ago comes to fruition, well, there’s ...
Well, Sunday was Ma’s birthday. I won’t tell ya how old she turned, but let's just say she's north of ten and south of a hundred. And like every day in the Davis household, the whole thing seemed fraught with ridiculousness. Everything started a few days before when my Father, the Old ...
I don’t talk much about my schooling because it is a sore spot, a sore spot more akin to a festering boil located on the perineum than a bug bite on the leg, but I digress. It is my thought and my experience that knowledge is gained better from curiosity than by browbeating repetition. I ...
Dixie, in my opinion, is one of the best dogs in the world; however, with that being said, she, like all of us, has her foibles. Her separation anxiety is at the top of this list, a condition that affects us all to one degree or another. It is for this reason that if you saw me or my sister at ...
A gift can reveal an amazing amount about a person. From giving and receiving gifts, we can tell who cares, who pays attention, who remembers. I once gave in full sincerity a faceless rubber pig to my sister. I don’t know what this says about me or her, but she still has it. My sister and I ...
My father, the Old One, as well as my sister, seems to take precautions against ever admitting that they are wrong. I could give a multitude of examples for both, but here is a single example for just the Old One. So, I was taking my father somewhere the other day, and Dixie came along as ...
I think I’ve pretty well established the madhouse in which I live. If such a thing as a normal person exists, no member of my family can be considered one. My experience on Sunday over a 20 minute period perfectly illustrates this point. The 20 minutes started off with my Ma. We had been ...
June 2, 2026, was a Tuesday. A hair before five AM on June second, my dog, Dixie, dragged me out of the house to use the bathroom. The sun wasn’t up, but it was on its way as the sky was a deep navy blue. As Dixie wandered, attempting to find the perfect spot, I looked upward. It was there I ...