About Me

Writer of this-is and that-is, of ifs and buts. Observer of whatnots and whichits. I do some stuff. Other stuff, I don’t do. I have an M.A. in English Literature from the College… Continue reading

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  Tourism in Charleston is stupid.  And here’s why. Forget the proposed nine acres of parking lot for the cruise traffic. Why isn’t anyone talking about how many NEW HOTEL ROOMS will be… Continue reading

Things about the Kitchen

One of my new FAVORITE websites:  Saving the Season, is just too much fantasticness to fully express to you.   It’s by Kevin West, “Preserve-ationist” and his book, “Saving the Season.”  You’ll find… Continue reading

The Motherload

The Mother Load It’s been a particularly difficult week around here.  And it started last week (never a good thing).            I was reminded last Friday just HOW disappointing I am.  It’s not enough… Continue reading

If it’s good, you can’t say too much about it!

Well.  Continuing my rant from the other day about books is suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppper tempting.  However, I won’t.  I’ll just say this: Books are great.  Libraries are INVALUABLE.  Don’t be a douchebag. Also, read this… Continue reading

Things that are Organized

  The Container Store!        

Books, yo.

Lori’s having a baby.  Yup, that’s right.  Before she even has her first wedding anniversary, she’s poppin’ out the first little blob.  I know, it’s terribly weird.  Every time I talk to her… Continue reading

Pickled Feelings

I’ve been ignoring things lately.  A lot.  Not a lot of things.  A lot of ignoring.  I looked in my planner/journal (I have a Moleskine) today and realized that I’ve basically skipped the… Continue reading

So. . . . . . . .

What I did at Work today— Learned how to spell with my boss: Tahgher = Tiger Tinfull = Tinfoil Daaawg = Dog Own = On What I learned at Work today— You can… Continue reading

You, Oh, You—

Each time I wiggle my toes, they wiggle in the absence of yours— remembering how, when you held me at night, your head next to mine your chest to my back pelvis to… Continue reading

Choice.

The past few weeks around here have been super dramafied.  I’m beginning to wonder what terrible 80’s sitcom I wandered into.  Between The Man Who Can’t and The Man Who Won’t, mixed in… Continue reading