Art & Anniversaries As of Saturday, Shawna and I have officially been together for fourteen years. Last year, Shawna’s youngish cousin asked how long we’d been together and we responded the correct number of years at the time – which was close to thirteen – and his child-like eyes got huge as he replied, “That’s…
In the past few weeks, you have been outspoken against abortion, birth control, told women to keep their knees together AND told them to expect to get raped. What you are really saying is that men should determine when and with whom women should make babies. Your paragraphs add up. So, quit burying your lead….
My Mug This is my mug. The one from which I drink coffee. It bears the design of one of three mugs purchased from a Disney outlet way back when for like $5, but it’s not that mug. I dropped the original Donald mug a few years ago on a tile floor and, as one might…
Treasures It’s a little pine cone found on a walk. And a tiny kidney bean. Plus, one that didn’t quite make it to ripe. Because if someone tells me that something is a treasure, I usually believe it. The notepad is one of my favorite souvenirs from a hotel. A Marriott, though I don’t…
Trains & Art Therapy My dad made me love trains. Because he loved trains. He used to take one from Ohio to Virginia to visit my grandma’s family when he was young. He used to take us on train rides on vacations. I had a train set as a kid, and he used to put one…
Stickeez These things are called Stickeez. We bought them as extra little Christmas gifts, but realized that we had too many gifts and things weren’t dividing equally. Then, instead of taking them back, we decided to open them and play with them. What’s supposed to happen is you are supposed to suction them to a…