“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
You might be surprised. Truffle fries and sparkling wine is our communion tonight as I sit and ponder the significance of salt and pepper shakers suddenly reappearing on restaurant tables across America. Thank God, because on occasion you have to throw a little salt over your shoulder, or who knows what evil might befall you. […]
Plastered On The Refrigerator Door… I’ve been thinking about refrigerators lately, maybe because it’s hot outside, and they’re sort of “cool.” As a writer, I believe you can tell a lot about a person by what they post on the outside of their refrigerator. I’m serious. There are actual studies done on what serial killers […]
I love when life slows down enough to match the flow of my fingers on the keyboard, when I can ease into a memory, turn it gently over in my mind, and lance that sucker as if a boil. No one died. That’s all I can say about our 1,400-mile road trip without cussing, lying, […]
And while the white rabbit is scampering about yelling, “Oh my fur and whiskers! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” I am late with my blog. I am late in responding to your comments. I am late in reading your posts. Forgive me. It appears things might get worse before they get better. Retirement is […]
Living in the Gap 