flax-golden tales: back in the day
back in the day My grandmother tells me stories about the way things were when she was young. Mostly they’re about all the things that I have that she didn’t have, or how things
back in the day My grandmother tells me stories about the way things were when she was young. Mostly they’re about all the things that I have that she didn’t have, or how things
Revisionland has destroyed my ability to blog, have you noticed? Probably because it means I’m typing most of the day, so then when I go to blog my brain thinks “More typing? Can’t we
strength in numbers The first day there was one paper robot and my little brother said it was an invasion. I told him one paper robot doesn’t count as a whole invasion. There would
I’ve seen a bit of discussion lately about moderating blog comments. I don’t want to do it, but I have my comments set to moderated for one very simple reason. I get a lot
game of chance Pick a duck, any duck. But first, you have to close your eyes. The colors matter, but don’t bother trying to remember which ducks are which color. They spin the bowl
Writing. Kettle corn. Tessa on the air conditioner. Bucket on the floor.