Call me the North American Food Traveler. From the bistros of Canada, to the oyster bars of New Orleans, to…
According to a July 10, 2014 report in The Rotten Hop, beer has been named official currency for friends reluctantly helping…
My dear Easter Girl, Clyde the Cat ate the Easter Bunny. I hate to inform you that it happened in…
It was on my list to drive to the cemetery sometime this month to view the final engraved stones for…
My new writer/blog cards are ready for press. I came up with the new tag line wit in writing, and…
March 23, 2013 started with the sound of Sondra’s footsteps clacking across the upstairs bamboo floor. Though she is just five…
I’m just not a big fan of public restrooms. Roadside gas station latrines are at the top of my *eew*…
My Dear Megan, I know. You told me so. Though eternity separates us, I can hear you say it from…
I must have looked like an episode of The Beverly Hillbillies, backing out of the Bloomfield driveway with an SUV…
A few weeks ago during Sunday service the young girl in front of me was casually surfing the internet for…
