Category Archives: Ah the Joy of !*&? Family

I’ve almost always had pets.  I don’t know if I’ve had them because I’m tactile and I love touching or I’ve become tactile because I always had pets.  But both are true.  I am incredibly tactile (I LOVE to touch … Continue reading →

So in the mini-farm saga of my mother’s hippie version of my growing up years we left off at the arrival of the 100 baby chicks. They were quickly transported to the built coop of my mother’s friend, Karen Flinders.  … Continue reading →

The following is an excerpt (with commentary by me in parenthesis) of an email from the home front while I was away at the convention.    Dinner was a hit. We had sausage on a stick, fresh off the charcoal … Continue reading →