Month: July 2009

I don’t get jazz. Or symbolism. I’m not fancy. I went to a friends play…

There’s a very handsome man who lives on my block. He’s always trying to start…

I have a Chinese tattoo that loosely translates to “The end of Crisis is the…

There was a girl-duck in the pen with the big bunny today. She’s been there…

I love to talk, but I crave silence. The American Sign Language introductory workshop seemed…

We set out to harness the pigs and take the the little chubsters for a…

In the general theme of be careful what you wish for,  two weeks ago I…