Spiritual Smart Aleck

The kitchen wall. Fresh paint, old familiar art, the 70s-era "Orient Express" lamp. Nothing to do with the post. Just wanted to ...

Me, holding my hammer. MY hammer. Don't touch it, dammit. “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at c...

The Busy Lives of the Living Dead We recently returned from California, where we attended a reunion of people with whom Rick attended high...

Cousin Nancy Comes to Visit, Part 1: Baby Shower Cousin Nancy came up from California to visit the other week. She is going to become a ...

Sunday. It is the first beautiful day, almost like summer. The sky is clear, the sun is hot, the sounds of lawn mowers and weed eaters ar...

Our dog, Jive, passed on about a month ago. I'm sorry if I forgot to tell you. I thought I'd told everyone, but I was talking with S...

Road Trip, Part 1: Smith River and a Few Redwoods Drove down to California in February, a road trip I hadn't made for many years. I can ...