This is BlueBird and his roomie Tallulah. Together they lived in West Sussex, England. BlueBird was a powerful little creature. He brought together his English family, an animal healer in AZ (that would be my sister Juls), and–peripherally–an Oklahoma artist … Continue reading →

Thanks to Skepticalist for the image

The Electric can opener died. I didn’t grieve. It seemed weird to use electricity to open a can of refried beans. I wasn’t guilt ridden or wracked with angst every time I wanted tostadas or green beans, but I figured … Continue reading →

My knight, Sir Luke The Holler’s first 2lips, and the First Dog aka Molly, the world’s fussiest former starveling.

I do not get the futile War on Henbit/Dead Nettle.  Futile wars are many and varied, and in the overall scheme of things the futile War on Henbit/Dead Nettle is small potatoes. But at least I can be pretty sure … Continue reading →

IT’S NOT EASTER WITHOUT PEEPSIn 1953, it took 27 hours to create one Marshmallow Peep. Today, it takes six minutes. The first Peeps were squeezed one at a time out of a pastry tube and the eyes were painted on by … Continue reading →