I learned at a tender age that life isn’t fair, some things don’t live up to their hype while others seemed designed to fool you.
Family Stories | Life Situations
This is either another skirmish in the war between men and women, or another example of what a bad person I am. You decide. Books have…
Cows are milked on our farm around the clock, with a one-hour break every seven hours to provide time to clean the facility and sanitize equipment.
I purposely never became a certified gemologist from fear it would compromise my ability to sell them, I nevertheless studied these stones and feel competent to discuss them.
I always feel as though I’m being allowed in on a great secret when I sit with nature and it was no different with these hens.
It’s a sad fact that I was a lazy kid, but at a tender age I noticed my brother wasn’t asked to do nearly as much around the house as me.
The last time I openly bought marijuana, Jimmy Carter was in the White House. Pot smoking was so common I remember attending a Rolling Stones concert at the LA Forum and forty thousand people lit up at once.
Over the years my research dragged on. Then one day, I got a letter from my aunt, in response to a plea for help with the seemingly endless list of children borne to my great grandparents.
Mrs. Chatterbox’s parents moved to Portland when CJ was five years old. They wanted to be near enough to play a role in their grandson’s life,
I never did find a place for a tree, or tinsel, or any other accessories to glam up my tiny trailer for the season. This year has been the most unadorned holiday ever.
The world has shifted, and for me, Christmas has shifted too. For those of you who don’t know this, we’ve recently moved from our 2500 sq ft home to a 300 sq ft trailer.
One day I finally decided to splurge on a new rug to cover the floor of my office. Pottery Barn sold a beauty called “The Franklin Persian-Style.”
I’m receiving pictures from fellow bloggers showing snow-covered front lawns and backyards, reminding me of the first time I saw snow. Mrs. Chatterbox was an Army…
Living, and running the family business from this tiny trailer, is an exercise in imustbenuts, for my first nature is to produce an aesthetically pleasing environment.
I disappear from my blog for days on end quite often. Mostly just to get away from it. I’m taking some time off now for an…
I was a nerdy kid ( I was an artist, chess player, member of the Latin Club, poet, devotee of ancient civilizations and skilled puppet maker) I also collected stamps.
Shortly after our dangerous train experience in Bara (Here if you missed it) we reached Brindisi and spent the day in the old harbor waiting for a ship to take us to Patras, Greece.
Like most kids growing up, money burned a hole in my pocket. If I found a nickel or dime I’d spend it as quickly as possible, usually on candy bars.
We woke in darkness to discover our train was no longer moving. It was 1976, and Mrs. Chatterbox and I were catching a ship from Brindisi, Italy, to Patras, Greece.
Denmark is amazingly clean, beautiful, and extremely well organized, unless you’re on a bus in Copenhagen on a Sunday.
Bifurcate is one of my favorite words, even though it sounds like something you might do after eating bad sushi.