I was scanning the WaPo headlines yesterday, as I do most days, when this headline grabbed my attention: "Opinion: Why reports of period weirdness after covid shots were ignored."
Super-quick article summary: a woman…
One of my Uber Chronicles stories.
My passenger is white, 16, female. She smells like soap, but not girly soap. Soap. She’s heading to school, though it’s after 10:30 a.m.
She…
An article I wrote for the Laurel Independent, published online here and here.
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By Jessie Newburn
“Like father, like son,” some say. Though in the case of the McAuliffe’s four-generational lineage of…
My lunch plans in DC today got rescheduled after I was already in the city, so I decided to make the best of things and stop by the national mall.
Oy. Warm day. Spring.…
Life is good when such a photo opp presents itself. Love Patron.
This little photo is like my family: Dad, mom, me, middle-kid sister and younger brother. Except, not really. I mean, if there…
Lighters and pens are the kind of things that are easy to hand to another person and never see again: the recipient (and new "owner") having no sense they walked off with your…
I grew up with a set of vocabulary cards from the early '60s. Still have them. Here's a gem. A very anachronistic gem.
It's "Hammer," and you'd think if someone was going to make a sign and go through the hassle of actually vandalizing stop signs as this person has done, they'd have checked the spelling,…
I was thinking back on high school and various memories from that time in my life when snippets of learning to drive popped into my mind. My driver's ed teacher was Coach Skelton,…
One of my Uber Chronicles stories.
My next passenger is six minutes away. I find myself at a community college; it’s a nice-looking campus. As I approach my passenger, he thoughtfully…
Life in the suburbs. One of my neighbors--and I don't know who--likes to drop off holiday-themed goodies now and again. They sign the accompanying cards "Santa," "The Bunny" and so on.
Not complaining. One…
Not that it is at the moment, but, oh, how I ever so love listening/dancing/grooving to this song.
And then there's this beaut. Eternal thanks to the inter-webs and various and sundry individual's art…