The Famous Dennis Mitton Library
Well, it’s actually a blog, and it’s not famous. Eventually, it will be a blog with a lot of stories. I’m combining several blogs into one from the last ten or so years. If it wasn’t published or isn’t in a book, this is where it goes. Other pages are category-specific, but this lists each post, one at a time, as I write them. It’s a little messy, but so is your favorite used bookstore. Read lots and comment lots. Thank you, merci, and Selah.
You know. The big inspection. Two weeks. Every nook and cranny of our lives watched and reported on.
Hannity is scared to death and doesn’t trust the American form of government or it’s people.
This was fun but awkward since they spoke only Slovak and I spoke only English. Occasionally, my grandmother would slip me a dollar bill
Need milk? Run to the store and get a half-gallon. Don’t worry: the government ensures that it’s safe. For the folks on the farm, it’s a more arduous path.
After months in the hospital, a few years of recovery, obsessive writing and generous editing, I hit the button today and published my newest book, How Can I Fix My Brain? It’s the story of my traumatic brain injury (TBI) and recovery, and a guide for getting through…
I find that running is more enjoyable standing up rather than laying on the side of the road after fainting from heatstroke.
It’s easy to think, and we’re often told, lied to really, that the power of story is dead. Croaked.
This is your life. Its awesomeness is eluding you. Pay attention.
If I were a biologist worth my merit, I would camp out on the stoop and watch to see where the frogs come from.
I have a well-earned reputation of getting around to doing things when I feel like doing them, and, wouldn’t you know it, I don’t always feel like it.
“My boy rides the short bus to school,” is all she says. And I am cut in two. I don’t even try to apologize