I have so many posts in the queue, but getting myself, my photos and my little recipe notebook all in the same place at the same time is proving a bit difficult. Something else that’s proving difficult is getting any photos taken in decent daylight, when …
I’m not good at remembering. It’s a strange thing to admit, because B is in constant wonder at the things I can remember, at the startling amount of detail. I have an almost photographic memory — if I do remember something, I remember what I …
It’s still hot. I know, I’m like a 64-year-old man about the weather now. I can’t stop stating the obvious. When B and I first moved into this place, we evaluated the enormous stand air conditioner in the corner of what is now our kitchen/work …
I don’t think anyone ever forgets the first time they read “The Lottery,” by Shirley Jackson. For me, it was in the fifth grade, when I took out a collection of her short stories from the school library. At that age, I had already decimated entire …