ihopeiwinatoaster

Twelve years ago this journey began. Our twin boys were six and I initially just wrote about the cute stuff they did. In fact, the name of this blog came to be because one day I heard them chanting “ihopeiwinatoaster; ihopeiwinatoaster” over and over in the basement. Time passed, I tried to go a little deeper, say important things. However, those cute boys are at university now and their stories are their own. So, what’s an old blogger to do? Well, I guess that’s what I am trying to find out.

Friday, January 26, 2024

With No One to Tell My Upset To

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  Walk with me down the streets and trails and memories of my childhood map. We’ll just go out the garage here and head out to the street,...
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Friday, January 19, 2024

It Snowed Last Night

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  I’d worked all week on a story or two neatly interwoven with some clever interjections and confused conjecture on time and/or space all ...
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Friday, January 12, 2024

Now, Then

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  In the Burroughs of New York City, I am fairly certain the furniture is migratory. At some point on the timeline of the late nineteen ei...
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