Scrambled Dregs ~~~~~~~ tidbits on life, food, faith, and writing.

At the time, it seemed harmless. The kids would love it, and boy, would we have fun performing our routine. Four days later I could laugh. O...

A writing buddy of mine sheltered a family this fall that had been displaced by Katrina. Now, my friend sees the devastation of a tornado th...

Cat Attack Our cat was laid back. Not as much as the Peanuts cartoon cat with no bones, but pretty close. One summer we dubbed her “Roadkill...

Flying Pat My family has Dad legends. Oh, the stories we have. To this day, I don’t parallel park. And my in-laws wear wide-eyed looks of sh...

On Wednesday, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06. That won't ever h...

Writers often seem to be melancholy personalities. With great art comes great angst, right? Those of us who produce things that can't be...

I tend to see things from different angles while marching to the drumbeat of a different drummer. This is sometimes of benefit and often fri...