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I am usually pretty good about dumping stuff. My garage is apparently pretty empty compared to most – at least it seems to be based on the gasps of people who enter and are amazed I could still fit two cars into the two car garage.  I only have one car but you never know when the other side might be needed, right?

Anyhow, my house is being painted and I am now taking stuff off the walls that have been up since I moved in ten years ago and finding it very hard to part with most of it.

I was in a meeting at a youth detention facility here and there was a new participant who said she worked with a group dedicated to getting kids home. Her group is called Bring The Kids Home. Well, she handed me a card and the title was shortened to initials. The initials were BTKH. I commented on how unfortunate that was since the BTK killer case. Everyone looked at me and asked what I was talking about. I blithely said that BTK stood for Bind, Torture, Kill and that was the name given to some church deacon in the midwest

She’s sleeping soundly on her bed at the foot of my bed. TV is over for the night and I call her to go out for one last time. I call again and again, louder and louder, until she finally stirs. She gets up and sleepily heads towards the bedroom doorway. Since the stairs are right outside the bedroom door, I feel confident she’s in gear and head down the stairs with Blondie. I get to the bottom of the stairs and look up. Blue is standing at the top of the stairs looking lost. I call her. I call

My sister and I first traveled to China in 1983. We went from an America of light, noise, vibrancy and life to a China of gray, quiet people, streets and buildings.

There were few stores and those that existed belonged to the government. There were no neon lights flashing to attract shoppers. Most people still wore Mao pajamas and caps. Everyone rode bikes except for the few military and government vehicles in lanes in the middle of the street. Buildings were bland, uninviting hulks.

We went back to China a little over ten years later and again landed in Beijing.

I give Blondie her two biscuit mid-afternoon treat. She races outside with them so that Blue doesn’t get close enough to steal one. Blue, it should be noted, can inhale her biscuits in the time it takes for Blondie to adjust them in her mouth so Blondie has learned to protect them from Blue who is usually looking for more before Blondie has even had one bite. Once Blondie has dropped the biscuits in the fresh fallen snow, she gently nudges them with her nose to cover them up and then barks to come back in. She’s usually not in

As an Alaskan, I would respectfully request that Republican pundits, talking heads, politicians and strategists… and Barbara Bush… stop trying to give Sarah Palin back to us. We have enough problems up here what with bears and ice and snow and darkness and the total lack of lane lines all winter that makes driving such a dangerous thrill. So stop saying that she should stay in Alaska. If you are afraid she’s going to run for president and thereby kill your hopes of winning the White House back in 2012, I’d suggest you find out why YOUR voters are so

Is it possible that god screwed my left ear in too tightly when I was made? Or is it just that I am suffering from the worse cold in all human history?

What I don’t understand is why any gay man or woman would want to risk death serving a country that refuses to acknowledge their full humanity. They must love America very, very much.

Am I the only one who wonders where they go to live from one Christmas season to the next?