Let me first say that this is not a museum for children or photographers. This is a museum for readers. Or perhaps there exists a word that combines the term narratives with a museum. There were a lot of oral history and written word displays. It was like someone took twenty or so American Indian…

When Thea had the yard worked on last year, she included a raised garden square that she imagined might be for vegetables or roses or something. Late march rolled around and we were no closer to deciding what should go into the plot. Since it was just bare dirt, it wasn’t doing anything aesthetically for…

To tell only part of the tale, Paxlovid mouth is no joke. If you combine the taste of chewing on a copper penny (not the zinc ones) with having a 9-volt battery attached to your tongue, it comes close. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Once upon a time, our friend, Anne Roberts, attended a conference. For coming the farthest distance to get to the conference, she got a door-prize. Which she thought was nice but also had no interest in; an Amazon Echo Dot (3rd gen). “The hockey puck” She, in turn, gifted it to us. And I promised…