well, there’s no avoiding it. out back in the pasture is a fenced in gigantic piece of land that is mocking me. i don’t know what i was thinking, but 6 years ago, as construction was underway on this, our country little lodge, i paced out the area for our vegetable garden. i really have …
well, since i grew up catholic, i’m compelled to offer up a confession. (granted, i’ve moved on, but some of that stuff just sticks with you)…so here goes. i mentioned recently that my daughter, corey, is a fantastic baker. don’t look at me: i’m lousy with measurements, precision and following ANY kind of rules or …
i’d like to think i’ve planned out everything. and then i take a look at any of my 39 years worth of diaries, and realize that whatever plans i may have conjured up, they’ve all gone whistling in the wind. i do, however, feel, just like the gang sings in ‘west side story’, that something’s …
i’m messing around in somebody else’s memories. a few weeks ago, while wasting time on e-bay, i was compelled to bid on, and then subsequently, pay for, two hundred slides, circa 1965. from england. what can i say? i actually thought it would be super cool to see europe from that era through the lens …
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