Yesterday my house smelled like apple cinnamon cake — the old recipe that I remember being very good before misplacing it and making do with the new recipe that isn’t … Continue reading Liminal space.
Yesterday my house smelled like apple cinnamon cake — the old recipe that I remember being very good before misplacing it and making do with the new recipe that isn’t … Continue reading Liminal space.
A couple of funny things have happened — inside my brain, mostly — in the last few days that have made me feel like I’m looking through the wrong end … Continue reading Wrong end of a telescope.
“Pinch me, pinch me, cause I’m still asleep. Please God tell me that I’m still asleep…” —Pinch Me by Barenaked Ladies I’ve joked from time to time, when feeling especially … Continue reading Rip Van Winkle.