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- life is funny, part 381
- life with an artist, part 17
- me and loretta
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- life is funny, part 380
- papa we’ll go sailing
- the quotable mo sheppo, part 23
- marley
- the keys to a good marriage, part 8
- once upon a beach
- dear nicole
- the keys to a good marriage, part 7
- once upon a celebration
- dear sarah
- sisters, part 2
- sisters, part 1
- sarah
- she hasn’t changed a bit
- my dream. a photo essay.
- Mr. Pants’ Guide to Fancy Cooking ©, part 2
- Mr. Pants’ Guide to Fancy Cooking ©
- conversations
- owl be home for christmas
- brothers, part 7
- it’s likely just a misdemeanor
- farm trucks
- i’m letting the time go by
- the quotable mo sheppo, part 22
- it’s a snap
- the secret to life
- American dream
- football season
- i don’t need a skywriter to make grafitti in your sky
- ok, mostly it’s the railroad red IPA
- it’s pronounced Kiye-bab, dammit
- sing it, oscar
- conversations with char, part 2
- things i wish i had said, part 78
- i don’t even know where Algiers is
- just don’t make my car wear a foo-foo vest
- brothers, part 6
- chalk mark in a rain storm
- come on home
- subdivision
- making pies
- hey! wait! i’ve got a new complaint.
- oj and blue dozer
- things i wish i had said, part 77
- nature calls
- let it, bees
- The Great Flower Ankle Sweatband Experiment of 2018 ©
- mo sheppo’s guide to painting
- or maybe it was just Pochero
- i bet rupp will be wearing these at prague
- haunted
- Lilypads are overrated
- p.s. the train had 91 cars
- way back when
- a drink a day keeps the shrink away
- my running club
- well, you had to know this was coming
- the quotable mo sheppo, part 21
- boston 2018
- how i would write if i were clever
- mo sheppo’s guide to the locked track
- i still like margarine
- the quotable mo sheppo, part 20
- things i wish i had said, part 76
- never turn your back on a champagne cork
- just another morning conversation, part 73
- mr. pants’ spring running quiz ©
- life is funny, part 379
- happy trails
- heart surgeons have no sense of humor
- the day i became an old man
- oh, well
- bluebonnets
- theological loophole
- go, went, gone
- girly
- the meaning of life
- the truth
- Tehachapi to Tonapah
- things i wish i had said, part 75
- sweet emotion
- skinny legs
- Roger and me
- one tough goalie
- i don’t rumpus enough
- may he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
- life is funny, part 378
- i see lights in a fat city
- the troubles
- the day i realized i will not live to be 100
- But the track doesn’t have a hole in the rock
- the sky is gray, the sand is gray, and the ocean is gray
- swan dive
- running with dogs
- things i wish i had said, part 74
- amy o’cardial would be a good name for a middle-distance runner
- conversations with my doctor, part 2
- my solemn vow
- a day at the track, part 452
- i don’t think she’s coming round again
- shoes
- Lane 9
- the day my garmin saved my life
- Oui will oui will rock you
- a gift from my mother the day i was born
- corridos migrantes
- divine intervention
- i am going to hell in really cheap shoes
- the Great Red Bull Experiment of 2018
- alice. dallas alice.
- me talk pretty one day
- i was really more of a letterman guy
- the best runner
- goodbyes are hard, part 2
- sometimes
- bluebonnets
- the sherwood leafblower massacre. based on a true story.
- duck duck duckity duck
- goodbyes are hard
- Life is funny, part 377
- christmas carol
- old friends
- why i will never live in flagstaff. a photo essay.
- I know I would die if I could come back new
- running with elves
- life in six easy steps
- things i wish i had said, part 73
- I am just a cowboy, lonesome on the trail
- now if i could jog my memory
- if you finish, you urn a medal
- everything that helps you sleep
- but no bill murray sightings
- just another morning conversation, part 72
- the day fiona apple got busted at the texas border checkpoint. a photo essay.
- thank you, new balance
- running with turkeys
- the weirdest thing in the history of the world
- thanks
- ode to cassidy
- actually, i prefer pie. thanks.
- things i didn’t know
- things i wish i had said, part 72
- my conversation with the cardiologist
- finish lines
- conversations with char, part 1
- the day i stopped caring
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Tag Archives: yellow brick road
or not
“You read the papers and you’re led to believe that the world is a big, scary place. People, the narrative goes, are not to be trusted. People are bad. People are evil. “I don’t buy it. Evil is a make-believe … Continue reading
life is funny, part 380
I got up early today. I’ve read that in the summer if you run before noon it’s not as hot. It’s an interesting theory. As I get ready, I’m reading about the adventures of Lauren and Jay. They’re bicycle tourists. … Continue reading
dear nicole
Hi. I hope you’re OK, even though I know you’re not. Which, I suppose, is the point of hoping. We’re still at Kellie’s house, at least till the chocolate croissants run out, which shouldn’t take long. Kellie and I were talking … Continue reading
dear sarah
I have a confession. I have no idea how to write a eulogy. But I DO know how to write a letter. So with the help of the people who love her most, that’s what I did. Dear Sarah: Hi. … Continue reading
sisters, part 1
They’re crying. And laughing. And crying again. I’m in the middle of a pack of sisters. Four generations of fiercely independent, strong, hilarious women. I suppose the textbook definition would say they’re grandmothers and moms and aunts and nieces, but … Continue reading
brothers, part 7
we’re sitting on the porch, just rick and me. the bridesmaids are bridesmaiding, mo and june are off in search of burgers. it’s a warm day in oregon; a light breeze makes the giant sunflower in front of the porch … Continue reading
the secret to life
1. left foot 2. right foot 3. breathe 4. repeat as necessary.
