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Some questionable parenting interventions that may or may not work for you.

The author reflects on childhood experiences of misbehavior and parental interventions. Observing a neighbor’s chaotic parenting, they recall their mother’s exaggerated threats about flying away and the fear it instilled in them. They share humorous anecdotes about inventive parenting tactics, emphasizing the importance of expressing discipline without causing fear. Continue reading Some questionable parenting interventions that may or may not work for you.

I’m the guy who thinks he talks to mountain lions.

Gary Dickson shares a humorous encounter with a mountain lion named Nigel while hiking in Dakota Dunes. Instead of a threatening interaction, they engage in a lighthearted conversation about life, literature, and golf. Nigel’s playful demeanor contrasts with common fears, showcasing a whimsical perspective on wildlife encounters and their unpredictability. Continue reading I’m the guy who thinks he talks to mountain lions.

Siouxland childless cat dude interviews cat about Tuesday’s election

The article features a humorous exchange between a cat named Willie and his owner about political opinions, especially regarding Donald Trump and his running mate, J.D. Vance. Through their dialogue, Willie articulates strong views on Trump’s character and the nature of his supporters, likening them to enablers of addiction. Continue reading Siouxland childless cat dude interviews cat about Tuesday’s election

If this is Grape Nuts, it must be Thursday

The late, great singer-songwriter John Prine wrote that he tried to stare down a bowl of oatmeal — and lost. I try to stare down an entire shelf full of different kinds of cereal each and every day. I usually win. But sometimes I lose.

And for the record, I don’t care much for oatmeal, so it doesn’t get any consideration here, except in its connection to John Prine, who I miss, a lot.

Anyway, I need my cereal. Why? Because it helps me keep the days of the week straight. Continue reading If this is Grape Nuts, it must be Thursday

Adventures in surgery prep

A year ago, I found myself facing surgery for a cancerous nodule on my left lung. Here is a fractured recounting of what I remember the procedure was like.

After check-in, I started to wander aimlessly down the hallway towards the emergency room until Nancy and a nurse caught up with me and escorted me to a bank of elevators. The door to one slid open and I spread my arms across the doorway and stuck my head in peering left and right into the cavernous space.

“Is there room for all of us in here?” I said in my best Boris Karloff voice to the elderly couple waiting inside for my wife and me to join them. They may have been having second thoughts about riding the cage when they saw my wide eyes and shit-eating grin on my face. I turned around and gestured towards my wife and the nurse. “Come on in,” I yelled, “I think there’s room for the entire team!” Continue reading Adventures in surgery prep