Tales of Unspeakable Taste

  Of all the things I left behind at my old house, the one that hurts the most is Mom's piano. I remember her trying to teach me how to ...

 I went for a walk today, which is a big no-no for me. I've been told that I have to stay off my feet because of a hole in the sole of m...

Dad and Mom, prom night 1975  So I've been looking through a lot of stuff, and if you follow me on social media you know that I've b...

Mom and me at Cantigny, 1979   Yesterday was Mother's Day, and it occurred to me that I rarely talk about Mom during these GF columns. G...

  As I've been packing my things, I've been making little discoveries about the house. I found this one hidden away in a linen close...

 So today is Clive Barker's 70th birthday. It's weird because Stephen King just turned 75 last month, still alive despite struggles ...

 So yesterday I shared a pictures of my mom and dad, and it reminded me of something that happened a while back, back when I'd just gott...

My dad read a lot, but he was not a creative. Not like we think of. He was a cook. His mom was a teacher. His dad was a cook. On his side of...

It's easy, when you're a child, to say, "I hate you, Mom!" Or, "You're not listening to me, Dad!" Or, "...

I just finished reading Doug Stanhope's book, DIGGING UP MOTHER. It's a wonderful book, and I recommend it to you all. Here is my Go...

I'm going to post something about a spoiler for the new Star Wars movie. I know it's still pretty new, and people are still pretty s...

In my entire life, I never noticed a moment of true love between my mother and father. I'd never really thought about it before. I do...