Over cold Love Streets at Karbach Brewery this week, my now-legal 21-year-old son, Burke, home from college (Roll Tide!), announced he is no longer a Leo. This little bombshell came from so far out of left field, I thought I must have misheard him. My hearing’s not the best, so this wouldn’t have been unusual. … Continue reading Who moved my (zodiac) cheese?!
I adore this pig. And the woman, Annie, who snapped this photo. Just look at that face. Have you ever before wanted to kiss a pig? I adore this piglet, too. I adore Beth Kephart, memorist extraordinaire, and her husband, Bill, sculptor and photographer. Last month we spent five days together on a farm in… Continue reading I love this pig.
“I don’t think there’s anything you won’t try.” I didn’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed. Leanne knows me better, I think, than I know myself. We have been friends for about 25 years, and we’ve been through a lot together. She’s the one who, probably 15 years ago, made the comment, “It’s never… Continue reading This week’s adventures: knuckles, knives and needles