Thanksgiving Momories
My mom made the best Thanksgiving dressing under the sun. Her turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, an…
Shopping for Rocks
When I go out to Ness I shop for rocks. I take walks on a dirt road outside of town that is a veri…
Hail, October!
Yes!-- Hail, October! In welcoming this glorious and best of all months, I bring you the wor…
I Drink Alone
here is a meeting looks important so many drinks these people are thirsty empty bottle…
Squaresville
I was lucky enough to grow up with the Flintstones, and I like to think back on them fondly from t…
Golden Age of the TV Repairman
"Okay now kids, settle down. The show is starting." "Why did we have to …
That One Time with the Clowns
Those orange circus peanuts aren't as bad as I thought. They feel kind of like a pillo…
The Month of Lengthening Shadows
Mom liked to say that August was "the month of lengthening shadows." She liked to re…
Living the Dream
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Art Jumping
This man is jumping in an art museum. There is an entire blog devoted to people jumping in art museums, called "j…
Thank God I'm not still in library school
I stumbled across something I had saved on the computer from one of my online library science classes--the instructor w…
Keeping The Elves At Bay
I was lousy at sending Christmas cards this year (I mean last year), and my gift-giving left something to be desired, b…
My chat with the bike dude at the Frigid Creme
While in Ness, the girls and I were happy to find The Frigid Creme operating under its summer hours, though for some r…
Napkin, Fork, Hamburger
Here's one thing I'm relieved about: I don't have to make Lilah look like a dinner napkin. She'd been t…
