Does anyone even answer their phones anymore? (I hardly/rarely do unless the person is in my contacts list.)
As well, I find myself, more and more, doing my self-appointed civic duty and marking calls…
Last night, in a dessert-searching mood in my kitchen, I made a keto-friendly pumpkin cheesecake thing-y, with crushed walnuts in the crust and a bunch more spread on the top.
I left it out,…
Why, yes, that is a photo of a praying mantis killing and eating a humming bird. Thank you, Internet!
Carnivores gonna carnivore, right?
Apparently, they rather like bird brains, burrowing through the soft-tissue eye sockets…
I like a little sci-fi.
Ack, truth be told, I like a lot of sci-fi. I'll take sci-fi most any day over a rom-com or love story. But when I started watching an…
I don't know when it happened. Maybe I was in elementary school. Probably.
I saw some video, some film, some something or other at school in which a moray eel, its size and strength…
Not sure how or why this memory from back in the day popped up, but this morning it did. Here goes.
my first apartment
When I was 27 years old I had just started…
When I was a kid--I don't know exactly when; maybe when I was 10 or 11 years old--my mother made duck. A whole roasted duck. It was, by far, one of the most…
I know better than to be fooled by the FEELING of spring in the air.
I live in Maryland--have most of my life--and I know even a mild winter such as how this one…
Every single time I push the start button on my dishwasher, washing machine or dryer, I feel immense gratitude for the "common luxuries" they provide.
So grateful.
When I was eight or nine years old, one of my teachers told our class a story that has stayed with me all these decades since. Here is what my mind remembers.
There were…
I slept fitfully, woke up with inflamed and puffy eyes, felt sore all over, felt digestively uneasy and upon seeing my super-puffy face in the mirror said, aloud, "What? What did I eat…
Both of my parents are life-long learners. Well, my dad is a "was" because he passed/died/went on to whatever next step his Soul and Consciousness needed, and my mom is an "is" because…