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Due to our ongoing septic problems, I've been going to the laundromat a lot this summer. I like watching families doing their laundry...

My summer has been crappy—literally. Our septic tank backed up into our basement at the beginning of the summer. Then did it twice more, e...

This post mostly serves as a buffer between my last post in July, about my friend Joan Preiss, and what was was written as my next post m...

Years ago, via one of those serendipitous moments the universe occasionally hands you, I met a woman who influenced the rest of my lif...

Recently E-girl wanted to cash in her Barnes and Noble gift cards and buy a copy of The Hobbit since none of the local libraries have a ...

The endomosaic window that Norman created for the SF Masonic Memorial Temple I saw a great documentary about Emile Norman (whom I...

Despite having been a news reporter, I rarely read the news. My biggest excuse is that I usually look at the newspaper while I'm eating,...

My recent absence from this blog coincides with the new "look" that Blogger rolled out for Blogger Dashboard (its blog editor) ...

I haven't written a blog post for at least a couple of weeks—in fact I haven't written anything at all. I have been gardening. ...

I have been writing a short story for a couple of months now, off and on (more off than on, to be perfectly honest). I know how it will end—...