Monthly Archives: December 2009
Your roared up the driveway, as usual, your car announcing it’s presence long before it was seen. I could have heard it when you passed the library, or even as it idled at the intersection nearly a quarter-mile away if I were really listening for it. And I was, as usual. You had driven your car with a hole in it’s muffler for over a month, and seemed to enjoy the attention it brought you. It perpetuated your image of an edgey,fringey, cool guy who always had money for a ball game, a concert or spur-of-the-moment road trip, but never enough to keep a car running well just before the point of breaking down. Continue reading
Cake The groom was a wonderful groom. Standing straight and tall next to his lovely bride, he was masculinity personified. He declared his vows, repeating clearly in a strong, deep voice that he would love, honor and cherish her all … Continue reading
“January-February Study and Workshop Time, Beekeeping Classes Time Catch up on “bee reading”, nail up frames, clean, paint, get supers filled and ready. Take a beekeeping class and/or join a local beekeeping club. March Looking Time On any warm flyable … Continue reading
We have this horrid little terrier. Actually we have two and they are both pretty bad but for completely different reasons. So it’s safe to say we have a horrid little terrier and you could put either under that same … Continue reading
Unfortunately I lost the best voice of reason and guide for my writing when I was twelve. Continue reading
My latest 6 word novel dedicated to Myles who traded his “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” for 25 Guatamalian dollars
My six word novel regarding the shady book deal; a cautionary tale: Book trade begets Myles wimpy money.
I was young when I married. Not too young to marry but I was certainly a young bride. I was far too young to be involved with my first husband when we began. Sound like “Twilight”? Continue reading
I wrote our first Christmas letter last night. Really. Christmas cards are looming large on the horizon and I want to let those we send yearly cards know a little more than warm wishes. Christmas newsletters are loaded cannons in … Continue reading
Even as a kid, I knew I’d never cook the way Julia Child did. Continue reading
Filthy hound, where haven’t you been?