Writing the good read
Today there was a strange truck parked directly in front of, behind, and next to three “No Parking Any Time: Fire Lane” signs. Two men were in the empty lot next to where they parked. I heard the pling whoosh thunk of arrows hitting target. I’d never seen them before. Usually, the neighborhood uses that…
Ruby is a giant dog. She seems to be smart — she learns quickly, and loves to work for food. Her trainer Ali at Kinship Dog Training says she’s not stupid. But the things this girl is afraid of, even after nearly three years with us, never ceases to amaze me. Consider her top 10…
I’m about to admit something that will probably take me down a notch in the eyes of the three dozen people who think I’m a bona fide foodie. Here goes: I don’t like truffles. Not the chocolate ones, I love those. I’m talking about the ones that pigs sniff out. I don’t like truffle oil,…
Or How I’m Trying To Have My Cake and Eat It, Too I’ve been seeing Mr. Right Now for three months. It’s a nice relationship — fun, drama free. He makes me smile. He is very attentive. He is kind. Mr Right Now is fairly incorporated into my life, spending time regularly with me and…