I am in here.
This is the kind of day that requires one to cough up a memory. It used to be that you could ask anyone that you met, “Where were you when Kennedy was shot?” And you would get an answer. It was the most common cultural milestone. Now, however, it is rarer and rarer — 40 … Continue reading Where I was when…
Got my copy of the latest edition of The National Geographic Field Guide To The Birds Of North America, and am planning all sorts of forays into the local wilderness, such as it is. What I like about birding (one of the many things, that is) is that it has shown me how thin the … Continue reading out into the REAL world
How many people besides me watch stupid TV movies about the Bermuda Triangle for nostalgia? Been there many times, to the Bahamas with my parents when I was young. I miss the Bahamas, but I’m too lazy and set in my ways to go about chartering a boat and heading to Bimini. Besides, it would … Continue reading triangles
Sid tells me to write my own stories, not someone else’s. He means not simply anything I can make up in my head, but my own story. The story that is part of me. To which end: my story currently consists of typing a lot in order to avoid helping my husband to medicate the … Continue reading procrastination
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