“Native American Women: Three who changed history” is the title of the program at the Seaside Library tomorrow morning, March 12, at 10 a.m. My friend Gloria Linkey is presenting the talk, and she’s currently working on a book by the same name. The role of women in...
In my last blog entry I unequivocally stated I would not be spending another red cent on frozen fish sticks. And as I typed those words, I wondered, as I often do, about the origination, or etymology, of this oft-used phrase. So naturally, I turned to my new best...
Besides being a bow with which to play the fiddle, “fiddlesticks” is often used as an interjection meaning “Nonsense!” or “Rubbish!” And rubbish is just what my recent fish stick dinner tasted like. Granted, my dinner came from a box of frozen fish sticks, but...
Time is weird. Today is Grandpa’s birthday, and if he were living, he’d be quite the phenomena at 123 years old. The funny thing is, he’s been gone 29 years already, and I can’t quite get my mind totally wrapped around that little bit of information. Where the hell...
I suppose there are people who always know just how to proceed. People who instinctively know where they’re headed and the steps (in order, no less) to get them there. Unfortunately, I’m not one of them. I can, however, offer up one of my tried-and-true solutions for...
