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Jesus Cow Oops

The first factual “oops!” (that I’m aware of) in the fictional Jesus Cow: an attentive Catholic reader points out that on p. 40 I refer to the Twelve Stations of the Cross, when in fact there are Fourteen. No idea how I muffed that one (might I have overlooked a pink Post-It appended by my dear devout neighbor Ginny?). I’d like to blame it on bad math, but in fact I think I just brain-cramped. A special thanks to the reader, who submitted the correction in good humor and kind tones. Blessed are the gentle.

As is the policy here at Sneezing Cow, when I mess up I tag the post “oops!” so my stumbles and fumbles are available to the public in chronological order of their discovery.


Neighbors is Neighbors

Sometimes you borrow a cup of sugar, sometimes you borrow a large-diaphragm tube condenser microphone.

Eye See

I don’t need a selfie stick to take my own picture, I need it to read my phone when I forget my cheaters.

My Own Dumb Time Zone

I owe a BIG apology to Joe Keough and his radio crew, I worked right through a scheduled interview this morning. If they’ll still have me we’ll reschedule and I’ll let you all know so you can listen in. Dang it. I’ve got the prickly guilt sweats here.

All About That Bass


I have achieved the decor known as Midwestern bachelor eclectic, which is to say the large finless bass my great-grandfather caught hangs just below the picture of Johnny Cash, which is nicely accented by the vintage International pickup postcard. Whenever I am asked why I keep the bass, I point to the brass plate screwed to the wooden plaque, clearly stating that Frank J. Smetlak was a scientific taxidermist.

               – from Truck: A Love Story

Received an email out of the blue from the granddaughter of Frank J. Smatlak, who tells me Frank was from Haugen, Wisconsin, but also spent time in Wisconsin Dells, Rice Lake, and Eau Claire before dying in 1964–the year I was born. She also kindly points out that in Truck his surname was misspelled with an “e,” so as is standard Sneezing Cow policy, we now add this to the “Oops!” file.

She Broke My Liver

Editing next novel, found 5 references to liver as center of emotion. Don’t know what I’m suppressing, but deleted 3.