Portland, Potato Candy, Sprouts, AARP, Asheville

  Sometimes I write things and just leave them on my computer.  This was written sometime last year. Do you ever lie in bed, somewhere between the world of sleep and the world of waking talking mentally to yourself?  You’re going over your recent day, making what you think are brilliant revelations in the modeContinue reading “Portland, Potato Candy, Sprouts, AARP, Asheville”

X-Files

Sometimes I feel like my life is one big x-file – that even our planet, maybe our universe is one gigantic x-file, of course with witty long scripted dialogue thrown in my Mulder. Last night I was thinking how strange everything is, even my husband, not that he is strange in the sense you mayContinue reading “X-Files”