September 2023

We’re human. We all make mistakes. But in this world of incessant information, we tend to mess up the facts at times. As hard as we try, it happens. Yet. Some things are more important than others. Today, I will look at some information that is often misplaced in accuracy. But as it goes, these […]

If I were Queen of the Land, a lot of things would be so. I would take my Royal Scepter and make them so. You all know the usual suspects in this. Equality for all. Health care for all. Human choices for all humans. And all. Those decrees would be made on my first day.

I am a law-abiding citizen, mostly. I speed. Lawbreaker number one. And I always roll through the stop sign at the intersection of Seven Mile Road and Wayne Trace Road. Unless there is a car coming. Lawbreaker number two. I stole a Kappa Alph Theta baseball cap in college, right out of their house. And

Well. I got my hair cut for the first time since 2019.  Pre-pandemic.  Since that time, I’ve been cutting it myself. What a thing. As such, this seems like a  good day off from the blog today. Don’t let anyone tell you that I’ve gone fishing. I have not gone fishing. If fishing were the

Today is the birthday of Marvin Lee Aday.If the name doesn’t sound familiar, it is for good reason.He was a professional rocker and singer. We knew him better as Meatloaf. Personally, I didn’t have much use for his music. It never appealed to me. Only the big hit, “Paradise By The Dashboard Lights,” was the

I am 5’6″ tall. Well, actually, I’m 5’6 and 1/2″ tall. I always used to be sure and include that extra 1/2″. I felt like I had to take all I could get, as I am the shortest person in my family. The youngest, too.Yes. My family is fairly tall. My dad was, and my

Snails. They can sleep for three years. Snails are among the few animals that can go into hibernation. They slip into a bit of a torpor. You see, on most days, their survival hugely relies on moisture. So when there aren’t any liquids to be had, a snail can sleep for as long as it

Ding Dong by Linda Stowe The sound of my doorbell always irritates me. There is something intrusive, almost demanding about the stark sound of the doorbell in the silence of my day. I don’t mind a knock on the door. That sound has a humble quality, a request for my time. But that doorbell. It