Kate contacted me out of the blue. Her email said, I have just been given…
Family Stories 1: Witches, Part One
I’ve been called a witch often enough. Most of the time, I think what meant the word that started with a “b,” although the word makes no difference to me or my sense of self-esteem. It certainly made a difference my 7th great-grand-dad, Samuel Wardwell (1643-1692),...
The General Election is November 5, 2024
I now have my guidance for 2024: The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster. My goal is to arrive at Wednesday, November 6, assured that Sweet Rhyme and Pure Reason have been returned to the Kingdom of Wisdom. I want to know that the Demons populating the Mountains of...
Widow’s Weeds 12: Au Revoir Paris
Jean-Bernard grimaces as he tells me it’s gonna be hot. Thirty-two degrees. He wrinkles his nose. I already know. Weather.com says 78 ° F by early afternoon. “Je déteste la chaleur,” I respond. “Moi aussi,” he agrees. He doesn’t like the heat, either. It’s Not 1999...
Pumpkin
I noticed the post on Facebook suggesting that you remove the bottom of the pumpkin and not the top. While I didn’t pay attention to the details, I grasped that the seeds and guts would be easier to clean and that the candle or other illumination would be more firmly...