September 2020

  About once a week, sloths make a trip to the bottom of their tree to poop. Two things come to mind here. First, I wonder when the notion hits them because it takes a long time for a sloth to move anywhere, let alone all the way to the bottom of the tree. Are […]

  Somedays should simply be designated “happy facts” days. No politics or religion. Nothing controversial. Just simple, happy facts. The watery kind. By now, most of us have heard that sea otters hold hands while they sleep. They do this so that they don’t drift apart. But what they really love, is to sleep in

  I’ve never been on one when it was submerged. But I’ve toured submarines. Like when they are on display with some massive battleship, somewhere. Those are some tight quarters. While I am not claustrophobic, I like my living space to be wide, big, and open. Being on a submarine for any amount of time

  I’ve always had a fascination with parrots. Maybe it’s the name. I have heard, “Polly want a cracker?” at least a couple hundred times in my life. I’m telling you. It never gets old. Of course, the person asking the question never has the actual cracker. Or, if we happen to be in a

  It seems that everything these days has to be sensationalized. I blame it on Social Media. Prior to social media, there was a measure of semblance. And privacy. Your business was your own, and if something major was going on in your life, you would let those around you, those you care about, hear

  Yesterday, I watched a moth. Up close and personal. I could tell that she was faltering, on the edge of letting go of this world, her last little bits of time here. You see, I am a bit of a stickler about floors. It is a “thing” for me. I like them spit spot

  Over the course of the centuries, September 8th has been a big day in the world of historical events. The planets must line up, somehow on this date, allowing for all sorts of unimaginable things to happen. But first, a word. Assuage. I read it early this morning, and assuage is one of those

  My first brush with an incubator was probably around the fourth grade, in science class. I can still see the picture from the textbook, vividly. Rows of cracking eggs, some all the way open, with baby wet-headed chickens poking out. It gave me a whole new awareness. Especially where eggs were concerned. We got