Zen and the art of being an ottoman.Yesterday Mrs. Fillmore and I had the house to ourselves. Now it has been a while since she has used her crop on me, and I have to admit...
Breaking PointWe were driving yesterday, and Abigail was forlorn. I was there for her, recognizing her pain, acknowledging it, endorsing its validity,...
A Beautiful MomentThis morning, the First Lady was wrestling with something. I could sense that she was not happy, and as her joy is my raison d'etre I was...
A quick post about resourcesI have already been asked by a reader about whether we do a podcast. The gentleman (I think) expressed an interest in the FLR lifestyle,...
Up on Cripple CreekI don't have to speak, she defends me. About 25 days ago, I ended my relationship with my aunt. My wife wanted me to, but I am a...
