Onword and Upwords by Dennis Brady

Sandra and I were recently eating out and I commented that it’s my new favorite place.  But now I can’t remember where it was. Sad, huh? Just turned 48 but you would think I could remember anything pertaining to food. … Continue reading

Some jobs are hard. And not fun. That’s why the company has a perpetual job posting on LinkedIn and Monster or maybe just a sign on the door. People are quitting all the time. But let’s assume that although the… Continue reading

   So you already know it’s my birthday. It’s such a momentous occasion, it calls for a 2 post day.  I don’t just spend my birthday self-absorbed. I feel a double obligation to please my readers.  All 3 of you. … Continue reading

I get the cake and the presents, but it was my mom who did all the hard work.   The morning sickness, the bulging waistline, the months of carrying the extra weight, the fat clothes, the labor pains, THE pain. And if… Continue reading

   Keely graduated high school Saturday and the following is my prepared speech for her. I’m very proud of her and I’m posting it here so that she’ll never forget.   To really know Keely is to really love and admire her. But… Continue reading

A baseball player can win a batting title hitting .333. He can be the best hitter in baseball and be unsuccessful 2 out 3 times. Will just finished his first season of kid pitch and in his last game he… Continue reading

It’s a can of Febreze. It should be as easy as point, spray and sniff. But look at all of the words. What could they possibly be trying to tell me? Or warn me about? Should I really use a… Continue reading

I’m not in love with mornings because they symbolize the end of sleep. And I love sleep. But I do love new days. Each new day is a fresh start. A redo. A reboot. Maybe I messed up on my… Continue reading

My baby girl turns 16 today. There is a certain sadness seeing her grow up. All parents understand what I mean. But yet I’m excited to see the person she’s becoming. She’s a bright star whose light radiates onto others… Continue reading

My dad just turned 78. He may not make it to 79. He’s held together by a pacemaker, a defibulator, a breathing machine, insulin and a cocktail of other medications. I doubt that he remembers the last day he didn’t… Continue reading