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The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse by Louise Erdrich My rating: 5 of 5 stars I think that The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse has been on my to-read shelf for almost a decade. Back in the days when my super-reader-friends were just introducing me to good... Continue Reading →
So... About that thing I whined about for an entire month, and then never even talked about after it happened... Observant readers may have noticed that December's Truth Be Told event wasn't the end of me. Truth be told, I thought it might be. There was a bit of complaining. And whining. Lemme' just look back...... Continue Reading →
Unbelievably, I started feeling a tickle in the back of my throat On The Way Home from my retreat. It wasn’t enough that my windshield wipers revolted and the roads were horrendous and I was all tense like someone who hadn’t driven in a week was cast out into a blizzard—oh, wait—and then I had... Continue Reading →
This is it, folks. The third annual WWF Retreat is coming to an end tomorrow. Sad Face. 😦 To avoid confusion and possible excommunication, I'll just lay things bare: WWF in this version of reality means Writing With Friendsand Writing With Friends only. To commemorate the end of the world as we know it, I'd... Continue Reading →
When I lived in Indianapolis, circa 1999, I used to drive by a house that always grabbed my attention, because I was convinced it must be the house John Mellencamp was thinking about when he wrote Pink Houses. The interstate just shaved that tiny little yard into an even tinier little yard with the brute... Continue Reading →
I set my Goodreads 2019 Reading Goal at 30 books. I think I was one book shy of the same for 2018. At this rate, I'll hit 50. But who are we kidding, I never maintain this pace for more than a few weeks. 30 it is, and 30 it shall remain. Up at #3... Continue Reading →
From my Goodreads review: Almost Everything: Notes on Hope by Anne LamottMy rating: 5 of 5 starsAh, Anne Lamott. I love her so. Almost Everything is classic Lamott, witty, comical, heart-wrenching, and honest to the point of breaking. Her very first words tell the whole story: "I am stockpiling antibiotics for the apocalypse, even as... Continue Reading →
There is something terrible happening in my kitchen. I made bone broth today. Not for the first time. I decided there might be enough to justify bringing the pressure canner up, and canned it tonight. Not for the first time. The lid's been off the canner for almost an hour. There is a near constant... Continue Reading →
I had to make a clandestine run for breast milk this morning. One of the kiddos, who shall remain nameless, appears to have contracted pinkeye over the weekend, and for those who don't know, breast milk is the single best cure for pinkeye. Scoff if you must, but don't cry to me about your goop.... Continue Reading →
This just in: Death, that wicked foe, hath overtaken him. My laptop is dead in the water. It would be generous to my character to say that I am saddened. I am, in terms more fitting of reality, getting grumpy. Pissy, even. Because while a hard drive and other miscellaneous parts are indeed on their... Continue Reading →
First sun of 2019. Well, there we are. One year up in flames, and another just kindling on the hearth. I've been thinking about my word for the year. For my first year or so it was Empathy, which never really gets old, at least not when you're me. But still, in the spirit of one... Continue Reading →
Yes. Oh, yes. Do you see that? That is a fire. On the hearth. Our hearth. Let me catch you up... First of all, I can't believe I made it through that whole last post without including pictures of Sherman the Wonder Cat. And BABY RAR. Allow me to rectify... Christmas Eve. Pre-church. Baby Rar... Continue Reading →
Tales From the Nexus 