An out-of-season vignette...
Three brass angels fly in a circle above a red candle, golden light reflected in their wings, their cherub bellies. Each holds a tiny wand that rings a delicate bell as they pass...
this one time...
An out-of-season vignette...
Three brass angels fly in a circle above a red candle, golden light reflected in their wings, their cherub bellies. Each holds a tiny wand that rings a delicate bell as they pass...
I love technology. I’ve worked in the tech industry for well over a decade. But still, there are some days when I can’t even…
Gardens cut back, cleaned up,
soil black as coffee grounds
awaits the protection of mulch.
I’m feeling particularly curmudgeonly today. After breakfast, I sat down to write and came up with zero. Nada. Zilch. I could think of nothing I wanted to write about.
So my grumpy brain started listing all the things I will never write about.
I joined Facebook in early 2008 but it wasn’t until two years later that I got the idea to creep old friends. It was 2010 and I realized that my graduating class should have had a significant high school reunion the year before...