Murrmurrs

It's a sign of what I'm going to call maturity that I no longer like to accumulate things. I was never one to go into debt for crap,...

Sometimes in the little small-town newspapers there is a section about local people and their goings-on. Mrs. G had lunch with Mrs. F; Lois ...

Sarah. Looks mean, right? Sarah Swanson is a very nice person who thinks my blog is hilarious. But I repeat myself. She wrote me a lett...

I'm comforted by things that do not change: the phases of the moon, the pandering of politicians. Even the bi-monthly why-the-hell-not f...

It is my duty to report that there is a herd of frozen cows inside a little hut in Colorado and there's talk of blowing them up. It...

Our Wedding Cake Topper, 1983 The good citizens of North Carolina have defined marriage as a union between one man and one woman. A union...

It's spring, and the signs are everywhere. A single crow has taken up honking lessons and is sitting at the tippy top of a fir, where he...