Can a person die from too much Kringle? I have tried. And why does it all come from Racine, Wisconsin? Why not Denmark? Do Danes in Wisconsin have the actual recipe? This pillowy danish with crack cocaine icing and nuts… Read More ›
Errata
Laszlo, Charlotte, Dawn, Timmy, the moon
Mom’s Hungarian lodger Laszlo made plans to move out. Charlotte and her friends are at an age they’ve started experimenting with alcohol. Dawn and I began a routine of going out on Fridays for dinner and sat by the window… Read More ›
Holes in your logic
After getting my ears pierced I thought my life would change but of course it didn’t, not one bit. This is what inclines people to get more holes or tattoos. The Hole That Can Never be Filled. It got so… Read More ›
Station air break
Nothing like a clean batch of underwear. I can go a while as my family will attest. Apart from the fact they’re laying off tens of thousands of workers and trading in human capital for machines (and utterly evil), Amazon’s… Read More ›
Flashing lights, violence, sexual content, some profanity
I rewatched the 1985 Terry Gilliam film Brazil. It’s one of many movies I’d already seen but in the time I was drinking so it was like seeing it for the first time. I knew it was dystopic and probably… Read More ›
Going down the rabbit hole
Just like that, my daily morning routine of walking in Soaring Eagle state park came to an end. Not one, but three signs were posted by the trailhead: recent cougar activity reported. The signs were white with red lettering, all… Read More ›
The irregularities
Mom said the irregularities got worse with age and so she carried a nail file everywhere. I think uneven nails was distracting for her. She’d remedy it right away with a quick file. I was surprised by how good it… Read More ›
The end of the tour
Late afternoon naps in mid spring on a Sunday. Dawn, Charlotte and me each doing the same thing in different parts of the house. You go from the dim months of winter to this over-the-top sun and it’s almost too… Read More ›
Voice entry no. 1, 4/18/25
‘Alright, first things first. Testing? Is this on. Ok. March — no, April! April what is it, April 18. Too many leftover Easter cookies, not that good. The dog smacking her lips, changing positions for another nap. Some bird makes… Read More ›
Sunday sermon
I went outside and sprayed coyote urine on the tulips to keep the deer and rabbits away. I don’t know if it’s coyote urine but it smells like hell. I don’t know how they get it in a bottle either…. Read More ›
Bill Pearse 