We had a party, ages ago, and I wanted to make carrot cake. But, I decided that slices of cake was awkward because it can be hard to slice that very thin. With everything else on the table, I didn't expect people to want large pieces. So, I decided on miniature cupcakes. They would be… Continue reading Cake!
People new to the South watch us get ready for a snow storm and laugh at us. That's because they haven't lived through it, yet. The problem isn't the snow. It's the ice that happens as the snow thaws during the day and freezes after the sun goes down. Particularly in shady areas. Major roads… Continue reading Saskatchewan screamer
It makes me chuckle every time I pass it on my way to work. It's kind of blurry because I grabbed the shot with my phone on one of the rare occasions I have actually been stopped by that traffic light.
BY MAGGIE SMITH (no, not that one) All we ever talk of is light— let there be light, there was light then, good light—but what I consider dawn is darker than all that. So many hours between the day receding and what we recognize as morning, the sun cresting like a wave that won’t break… Continue reading How Dark the Beginning
Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver. His voice makes vinegar from wine. When the wild god arrives at the door, You will probably fear him. He reminds you of something dark That you might have dreamt,… Continue reading Sometimes a Wild God
The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper And so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To… Continue reading The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper
We went to see an art installation at UNC-CH yesterday and, as I was sitting there, letting the images fill my eyes and the sounds fill my ears, I decided that change happens and this is one I want to make. Many years ago, I was hanging out at a coffee shop before going in… Continue reading I changed the title today
"Don’t take it personal," they said; but I did, I took it all quite personal— . the breeze and the river and the color of the fields; the price of grapefruit and stamps, . the wet hair of women in the rain— And I cursed what hurt me . and I praised what gave me… Continue reading Personal – by Tony Hoagland
We were in Charlotte last weekend, celebrating the 30th birthday of my only child. While we were there, we visited the Bechtler and Mint museums. I was glad I took picture/notes. Bechtler Mint
Me: No serial killer will ever lure me into their murder van. I' m too smart for that. Murderer: — Patricia Correll (@Author_PCorrell) November 19, 2021 So, apparently you have to click through to see the picture. Which I find incredibly stupid.