I love fall. It's the time of year I can finally be outside without being a walking skeeter buffet. I can snooze under the weight of my down comforter with my pup nestled into the back of my knees. I pack away sandals to make room for boots (you know how much I love boots!). I … [Read more...] about Nine Cider – 5:00 Fridays
Poverty is not a choice.
The thing about poverty is that it slaps all your senses into high gear. You smell it. You taste it in the thick air. You hear it. You feel its grip. You see it, though abject poverty will make you want to look away. How many of us have actually come face to face with poverty? … [Read more...] about Poverty is not a choice.
Boobs Aren’t All Bad and the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer
It seems that boobs are bad. A boob is a moron, a mistake, even a species of sea bird that undoubtedly poops on your seaside picnic. Blue Footed Booby. To be called a boob is to be reckoned an oaf. Boob tube. Booby hatch. Yet boobs are also a teenage boy's best … [Read more...] about Boobs Aren’t All Bad and the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer
Gin & Tonic – 5:00 Fridays
I'm Indian. As in dot, not feather, as the decidedly un-PC jokesters say. Back in the day I played Pocahontas in a grade school play because I was A) Indian and B) the only brown girl in my class. I'm used to this un-PC way of life. I even find it ever-so-amusing time to time. … [Read more...] about Gin & Tonic – 5:00 Fridays
Back to School Blues
The tears started over a toadstool. I was walking Lark, our uber sniffing beagle/corgi mutt, and came upon a row of toadstools. I bent down to peer underneath them to see what gnome was hiding out under there. It's a game we play to pass the time and avert the whining on our … [Read more...] about Back to School Blues
Back to School Daze – Wordless Wednesday
Turning 7
Bird's birthday is today. He's seven. Technically speaking, at the time I am writing this, he was not yet born seven years ago today. He just made August 29 by 28 minutes. After the initial cuddling and cooing over our baby boy, I sent Mac Daddy out for a vanilla milkshake and … [Read more...] about Turning 7