Cicadas and Me, Perfect Together

When I was a little girl growing up in New Jersey I remember a cluster of summer mornings spent walking to the pool.  On the backs of cicadas...


Shot Out of a Cannon, Divorce-Style, And Into the Forest

Craving, as defined by Merriam-Webster,  is an intense, urgent or abnormal desire or longing. As defined by me, a craving is a red herring...


Moving On: Divorcing the North American Plate

It's a marvel that moving companies don't apply a steep surcharge for inter-techtonic plate moves.  I'd have exploited that angle...


Just Me and a Thousand Frogs, from Bolinas

A little over one week has passed since I last wrote. I have to pause. It feels so good to be back...


Things Are Getting a Little Witchy Around Here.

Way back when, a few nights ago, when I met Mr. Viking out on the town for an adult beverage, I had the most remarkable experience...


Not Even Fate Could Make This Stuff Up

The first serious buyer who came to visit the house expressed that an offer was forthcoming.  Only it didn't come forth to me but to another...


Holy Magic, Bette!

Your patience, your willingness to remain in Stand By as I navigate some pretty fascinating waters, is applauded by me.  Endlessly...


Stop The Presses! There

There's goosebumps and then there's goosebump mountains.  The latter is what appeared all over me after posting last night...