Linda G. Hill has left me in the bar in an untenable position relative to her Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. At least here in the States, there is an obvious way to roll this week. Let’s see if I can avoid it. According to Linda: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is... Continue Reading →
After slightly over 900 blog posts (oooh, I just heard the Editor moan), I have a ton of ideas stashed away that may never make it to virtual paper. Still, things happen that I jot down because “that would be a good way to start talking about…” Fortunately for the Editor, some of those not-ready-for-prime-time... Continue Reading →
Linda G. Hill is making my life difficult. It’s time to go to the bar, but the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt has arrived and it’s going to be hard to work with: "Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is 'picture.' Write about, or theme your post on the first picture you see... Continue Reading →
Last week, when I was staying overnight with the boys, I decided to check out a new bar / restaurant in their town. Actually, the place has been open for almost a year, but Faith hasn’t been, and neither has a coworker of mine, who lives nearby. She, the coworker, encouraged me to be the... Continue Reading →
I though you guys would like to know what Cheryl was doing while we struggled with her replacement. Don’t try to do the geography, it only works in my head.
I’m going to try and turn off comments over here.
In~vol~untary evacuation can lead to marvelous e~vol~utionary processes. For instance, last week we were forced to cancel our dream vacation (again) to Costa Rica, land of volcanoes and Pura Vida. Since we don’t have relatives living in brick homes elsewhere in Florida, we looked outside of the vacation peninsula for refuge. Much of my family lives in Louisiana, already filled with evacuees from the devastation of Hurricane Harvey as the state itself is just now recouperating from the mind numbing flooding they experienced last Summer. We have children up in Nebraska, but since flying was already iffy at best, we decided to head to Atlanta where there was ONE hotel that we found good reservations. And where my youngest lives, a great opportunity to visit one of my ducklings.
No, there were no volcanoes there; but what we found were wonderful receptive communities who opened their hotels, restaurants and hearts…
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If we were having a beer, you would be in an unusually good mood. “Cheryl, let’s have a glass of wine, a Yuengling and a frosty glass for my dapper young friend.” “I’m all for you opening a tab, but I’d hardly call a Pirates tee shirt and a denim overshirt, dapper.” “You failed to... Continue Reading →
It’s One-Liner Wednesday, the series brought to us by Linda G. Hill, and many of you will be surprised by how close to one line I am going to come. That’s because I am joined today by Teagan R. Geneviene who will soon release her 1920’s novel. If you’re not familiar with Teagan and her... Continue Reading →
If we were having a beer, you would be driving me crazy. “Wow, you guys are late today. I was about ready to give up.” “Sorry, Cheryl. I ran into my young friend at Target, but we needed more time to finish shopping.” “Correction. You needed more time. I was on my way out.” “That’s... Continue Reading →
Last year, I mentioned Pittsburgh’s Strip District in a guest post on a series called “Walking with Intention.” I republished that post here on my blog but I left the Strip District as a back story. I talked about the Strip again in a post after Faith and I visited Pittsburgh in 2014, but, since... Continue Reading →