Abso-fucking-lutely no more reading of anything by anyone and C.S. Lewis has performed the triple hat trick of literature. EVERYONE is offended. I was a secular child raised by an atheist and a lapsed Methodist of the midwestern variety which... Read more →

On Sunday evening, April 13, 1980 I am in a car with my mother traveling from the drop zone to the bar where skydivers gather at the end of a jump day and I am exhausted. And probably no longer... Read more →

I'm not much for looking back these days. If we've parted ways and I've processed what needs processing, I don't give the past much thought without good reason. Sometimes the door gets nailed shut because any sort of engagement is... Read more →

I'm watching my team slog through the final stages of data validation and user acceptance prior to a thrice delayed go live and I'm blasted by the noise. There's very little I can do for them other than track progress,... Read more →

Carlos Mario Ronaldo - Clan Kilmouski He's an old school cat and I didn't name him and he didn't really have a name, except maybe Fat Tail. Which is not true but I get the point. He might reasonably be... Read more →

It was funny on Friday morning. I mean REALLY funny, right up until it wasn't. He wobbled, he lurched, he fell over, and he got up again. He landed cone side down, muscled himself upright, and picked up his dignity.... Read more →

Pete's been eating again. During the day he samples small craft batches of chunky cat broth. We've finally agreed on a meal delivery system that works for both of us; I slide two tablespoons of bespoke-goo into his cave, he... Read more →

It's one pair of many and might be the rest are rotting in a landfill. We don't keep everything, right? I keep everything, or at least if feels that way. Stuff accumulates, but why? I can explain this pair. They're... Read more →

I made a brief attempt (as in 3 deleted drafts) to examine 2022 and gave up. The working title of the post was: Apparently I just don't want to talk about it. From my Facebook feed, a post suggesting there... Read more →

In 1997 I was not the only woman in the room but I was definitely outnumbered. However, 1997 was a grand improvement over 1992 and I was starting to feel better about it. Maybe more comfortable? I definitely thought it... Read more →