October 2022

Just so you know. White-faced capuchin monkeys greet each other by sticking their fingers up each others’ noses. Supposedly, they do this to test their ‘friendships’ and build social connections. Leave it to the monkeys. I’m telling you right now. If someone came up to me and stuck their finger in my nose? It would […]

For as long as I can remember, there was a can of Crisco shortening in the cupboard at 134 E. Bruce Street. My Mom was not much of a baker, per se. But she found a lot of uses for Crisco when she cooked. There is a can in our pantry right now. We are

I love a good mystery. I’m talking about books. Heck, I love mystery shows and movies too. A whodunit. The kind of mystery I don’t care for is when I’ve put something away somewhere, and when I go to use it, I can not find the thing for the life of me. At the time

Goodness, how I love dolphins. I’ve only met one, in actuality. It happened in Hawaii while we vacationed there. I did one of those “swim with the dolphins” things. I’m glad that I did, as I will never forget that privilege of being that near to a dolphin, letting it swim up into my arms

Alright. I’ve heard enough.Quit your bitching, people. If you don’t trust the United States election process, do something legal and noble about it. Volunteer. Volunteer as a poll worker. Volunteer for the local election board.No, don’t go volunteer at your party’s headquarters, though you are certainly welcome to do so. But if you post things

Whenever I look up, I can’t help to wonder what is up there. Out there, more to the point. I’m not the only one who wonders. I just learned that on September 18, 1973, future President Jimmy Carter filed a report with the International UFO Bureau. In his report, he claimed he’d seen an Unidentified

At one time or another, we’ve all had our feelings hurt. Most likely, our dog didn’t hurt our feelings. Or the squirrel, scampering up the tree. No. Getting our feelings hurt typically happens as the result of an interaction with another human being. When our feelings become hurt, it isn’t like scraping a knee or

That old song by Woody Guthrie is nice enough. Catchy tune and all. Easy to sing along with. But it couldn’t be further from the truth. It starts out, “This land is your land, and this land is my landFrom California to the New York Island….” Technically. It is not our land. Oh sure. Some