On Making Fountains and Gal Pals
*Ratatatatatat wham wham* Jackhammers pound outside my front door. I live in the city, but this is not street construction. I’d love it if there were more street construction here …
*Ratatatatatat wham wham* Jackhammers pound outside my front door. I live in the city, but this is not street construction. I’d love it if there were more street construction here …
My Aunt Helen’s birthday falls on March 17th, St. Patricks’ Day. Being a teetotaler her whole life, shots of Jameson and copious amounts of Green Beer never factored into her …
A wind chime arrived unexpectedly in the mail yesterday. It has a smiling moon on the top, more on the significance of that later. Attached was a note that hoped …
It’s been a year and a day since The Fire. That’s a magical time frame in all those books I grew up reading. A year and a day to start …