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I used to write a lot of poetry when I was young. At first, because I thought I was supposed to in order to be a serious writer. And then because I actually was supposed to when I took a poetry class in college. And then because I could earn pennies per word on Themestream.Continue reading “Poem: Silence Of The North Coast”
Chickens like to scratch in the dirt. A lot. Actually, that’s an understatement. Chickens like to scratch and dig like some sports “fans” like to wreak havoc on social media. They also like to break out of coops like Steve McQueen. But do they like the heat of summer?
After reading A Woman of No Importance, the non-fiction story of Virginia Hall, I was fully prepared to love The Invisible Woman, a novel based on Virginia’s life. Especially after just watching Black Widow and enjoying the downfall of a mediocre white man who controlled powerful women. Well. It’s good to remember that non-fiction canContinue reading “An Invisible Woman Of Much Importance”
Cover Photo of Tower Theatre by Justin W on Unsplash Did I ever expect to call Sacramento home? No, not really. But then again, I never expected Sherlock Holmes to retire in East Dean, England, but there you go. I first viewed Sacramento with mild curiosity when visiting my future wife’s family at various gatherings. I liked theContinue reading “Six Reasons Sacramento Feels Like Home”
My grandmother, my daughter, all the generations before, during, and after. Time echoes.
Next Friday, the saga finally reaches a middle. We have an appointment at Camping World to finish the last of the work needed after our marathon trip last summer: installing a replacement dinette seat – woodwork, apparently, being as rare as a Maltese Falcon in the days of Covid. That’s right, it still isn’t quiteContinue reading “More Travel Trailer Lessons From The Driveway”
West until your feet get wet We returned recently, M and P and I, to our home among the rocks, surrounded by barnacles, kelp, and snails. No, I’m not that bad a housekeeper. Barnacles have left our walls alone for now, and the smell of kelp is fading. Tide pools. I’m talking about tide poolsContinue reading “At Home Among The Tide Pools”
No more romantic notions of the British royal line are possible.
As I wrote before, sometimes sports heroes need to be viewed from a distance. Similarly, a bit of squinting is sometimes needed to understand why someone follows a particular team, when there is no readily apparent geographic connection by neighborhood, city, or even state or county (in the British sense of counties, not the American).Continue reading “4,000 Goals In Blackburn, Lancashire”