Song of the crickets
There’s a girl I knew, in the strange way of the Internet. Named for a flower, she is the daughter of a man I met on a defunct writing site…a […]
sometimes I write about stuff
There’s a girl I knew, in the strange way of the Internet. Named for a flower, she is the daughter of a man I met on a defunct writing site…a […]
What a difference a day makes.
Today I read the last words of a reporter who blogged his own death. His name was Mark Mooney, and I don’t know what kind of reporter he was in […]
The first person to call me a tomboy was Cathy Lidisky. “Me and Sandy are tomboys, aren’t we?” she said, as if sure of my agreement. We were in sixth […]
don’t let stress ruin your life
Giraffes quietly placed on the endangered species list in 2016.
The canulier received the news that the salmon king had died. She heard it from the scone man, who asked the Latvian sausage maker and the Japanese salad dressing specialist, […]
A day of freedom for women would look like this
I thought about you today. I always do when it rains. You would appreciate the fact that the little sensor that detects rainwater on the windshield of a car and […]
If you are really paying attention you can detect the pathos inherent in any canelés making endeavor – for example, the rum for this recipe is only a few scant tablespoons, […]