Monthly Archives: May 2014

I was writing the other day and as usual most of what I was writing was incoherent. The weather’s getting nice and I can leave the windows open. At my last house where I lived for almost 33 years, none … Continue reading →

When I was little I thought the saying was “She’s no shrieking violet.” I thought there was a flower somewhere screaming its head off. Maybe that shrieking violet was being intimidated by some bully, like a hydrangea bush. They look … Continue reading →