A Pink Letter is something the electric company sends when you've missed two or more payments and they've run out of patience. The Pink Letter is your final warning before the lights go off. Jeeze, that sounds like the start... Read more →

Right out the back door I'm looking at a juxtaposition I can't quite reconcile because Phoenix doesn't see that much snow. Ever. The last time it snowed in Phoenix was 1998 and a whopping .22 inches of precipitation was measured.... Read more →

The property on the corner lot was purchased at the end of June and it sat and we waited until September and then turned our backs because nothing good involving a setting foundation happens in the cold. The tear down... Read more →

How many firsts do you remember? In your life, I mean. Your entire life. And how many lasts? Don't think too hard about it; this sort of thing can smack your head into the pavement and leave you with nothing... Read more →

It's good to finally see the grey, I said. Don't worry. She's reassuring. To someone. Don't worry, it looks like highlights. No one will ever know. But I want to know! I've earned this shift of light and dark. It's... Read more →

So I changed my mind. 2021 has 173 posts (this is 174). I wish there were more because there are huge gaps in information. It's all there if you're looking for it but the brutal truth is in the missing... Read more →

I miss the Year in Review posts the blog world served its collective self while the remaining December days slipped into top dresser drawers, night tables, and kitchen cabinets. The documented memories and isolated events, sorted, and ranked according to... Read more →

"This state has everything!" "What?" "It's got everything!" "Elizabeth. The State of Vermont has exactly nothing, which is exactly why I live here." "But the University! The Big Box stores! AND ALL THAT SHOPPING ON CHURCH STREET PLUS THE SKINNY... Read more →

We learned about the Dust Bowl in bits and pieces, beginning in second or third grade capped off with a meaty chunk of information built into the requisite fifth grade US History review. If we were fortunate enough to read... Read more →

If you grew up in Fairfield or traveled the Parkway past exit 44 more than once, you knew the Hi-Ho. If you attended either of the Fairfield high schools, you KNEW the Hi-Ho. In 2016, if you frequented Barcelona's wine... Read more →