The Pong to Her Ping: Neck-Stretcher Part II
The following bawdy poem makes reference to a comment in this post. This one’s for you, Sue and Donna.
Rock-a-Bye Inbox
My dad calls our family the Leaky-Eyed-Scotts, because great emotion — both positive and negative — has the capacity to lubricate our tear ducts. It’s not surprising, therefore, that I cried the first time I saw a baby delivered. I’d seen Read More …
Okay. I Admit It. She Was Right
My sister told me I should be watching Big Bang Theory — that it was fun, smart, and one of those rare shows which parents and teens can watch alongside one another without squirming jeering heated discussion about morals, principles, or “where this consumer-driven Read More …
The Tart’s Japanese Photo Album and Results of Elizabeth Loupas’s Giveaway
If you haven’t already noticed, the news out of Japan opened a floodgate of nostalgia for me. I’ve been into my photo albums, decided to cherry-pick and show you guys images of my six week exchange. Get them over in one fell swoop. Because most of my pictures Read More …
Bowling for Words – How the Number of Pins You Knock Down Might Just Be Related to Your Writing
The last time I bowled with people who were taller than three feet, and whose attention span lasted until their ball reached the end of the alley, I was eighteen. I was in Japan, the honored guest of a Lions Read More …
Because My Every Thought Is of You…
Who says you have to seize up when seated at the computer for ten hours in a row? Read More …