We all know what happens when you get between a mama bear and her cub. Thus, this is a cautionary tale that starts with a pawful of red flags and ends with the fur flying. Fangs bared and claws extended. Our story begins when my daughter, Little Bear, got her first official job. She hired… Continue reading I Am Mama Bear, Hear Me Roar
Author: theupstory
Once upon a time I wrote for a living. I thought I got paid by the word until I saw my benefits package and realized I'd struck gold. So 37 years later I wrote myself into retirement. Now I'm running wild and free across the literary Serengeti with no one to proof my copy and not an approval source in sight. Of course we all know you're supposed to write about what you know. I know about the human condition, stuff I can't believe just happened, dogs, road trips, the coordinates for all the Cold Stone Creameries, why Walmart looks more Village of the Damned than usual this morning, and so forth and so on. So I drive around, make observations, and write stuff. Yeah.
My Dog Lied to Me, He’s Not a Lab
(Editor’s note: Beau doesn’t agree with everything written here and has inserted his own corrections and opinions.) Beau was supposed to be a chocolate Lab but it turns out he’s a GSP (not a navigational system, not GPS). Indeed, there is no question that Beau is a German Shorthaired Pointer. He is chocolatey brown and… Continue reading My Dog Lied to Me, He’s Not a Lab
Golf tourists learn golf is not a lark, done on a whim
Except for Top Golf I’ve never golfed. It looks like something I’d like to do. But I’m lousy at team sports and don’t have good hand-eye coordination. Plus, I have the attention span of a gnat. Also, I’d rather snow ski. The cost is about the same and there’s less peer pressure. When you ski… Continue reading Golf tourists learn golf is not a lark, done on a whim
Wait! Is that really your name?
So far it seems that I am the first RaMar anyone has ever met. After an introduction someone will circle back and ask, “What did you say your name is?” And then ask me to spell it. Sometimes that leads to the question of whether I know my name is a palindrome. (Yes, I do.… Continue reading Wait! Is that really your name?
Diets: Where taste buds go to die
Have you ever heard of the TWA Stewardess Diet? Do you know what TWA stands for? Is stewardess even a word anymore? I ask because while excavating my file drawers I unearthed this archaeological diet treasure that debuted somewhere between the Beverly Hills Diet in 1981 and the Elizabeth Taylor diet in 1986. With the… Continue reading Diets: Where taste buds go to die
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