I read another article the other day about how Black Friday has leaked, slowly at first and now faster and faster, into Thanksgiving, so that those folks who work at the big box stores are forced to work on the holiday dedicated to giving thanks, instead of being at home with their families. I’ve decided …
I high-stepped backwards through the tall weeds, almost in a panic as the black bear climbed lower in the tree across the road. Nerice, my partner in crime, moved closer to him though, focused on getting a great shot with her long lens. As we watched, he lumbered down out of the tree and started …
A pair of tiny orange ears peeked out from over the hill. They bobbed up and down, disappearing then reappearing, then disappearing all together. When they reappeared next, they were attached to a fuzzy orange Tigger costume, and kept bobbing, as the toddler inside the costume trotted down the hill next to his dad. Running …
I’ve had a craving for Belgium waffles for weeks. Waffles covered in greasy butter and maple syrup. I blame Leslie Knope for reminding me about them daily during reruns of Parks and Rec. There are bad kinds of waffles though. The noun “waffle” is excellent, but the verb “waffle” means to be vague, to talk ambiguously. …