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A forgotten memory

I have a strong memory of the bong I had in high school. It was about 16-18 inches high, cobalt blue, plastic, and it stunk horribly--and interminably--from my attempts to clean it with…

Car wash

Swear. Truth. This happened. *** Errands are not my favorite thing to do, but when I do them, I'm prepared. Or at least intend to be. In a best-case scenario, I've got a plan of…

Um, who pays for this?

A homeowner may get their home rebuilt by insurance ... and their things--oh, their many things--replaced. But who pays for the road to their home be rebuilt? The traffic signs to be fixed?…

This!

An evening walk around #LakeElkhorn, spinning my fire staff as I did (working on my chi roll), listening to classical guitar ... and this--THIS!--was my backdrop.  

Doing what we do

Over at a friend's house the other day, she made a few fussy sounds when her Walmart order arrived and she hadn't received the particular candy corn she'd requested.  "What's the big deal?"…

The city version

I have a Solo Stove, and since starting to look into getting one, I've watched the market try to gobble up more space in the "easy, safe fire" solution category. Many an…

Forgotten territories?

The first time I heard of / learned of Puerto Rico's financial difficulties was one time when Lin-Manuel Miranda slammed a plea for PR debt forgiveness into an interview. He mentioned some obscure…

Wrapping up

'Tis the season of late summer. Of early fall harvests. The time when many a plant give their last hurrah, their fruit, their seeds. I can talk a good game about gardening, though truth…

Blue fungus

At a neighborhood barbecue recently, I wanted to prepare the Solo Stove for the night-time "mini bonfire" ahead. I started gathering some kindling and smaller wood from a nearby woodpile when my eyes…