Stalin, my mouse, died today. I won’t go into detail. It wasn’t pleasant for me, and I doubt much of anyone would enjoy reading about it. My last ditch efforts to save him were in vain. When I’d done all I knew to do, I laid him back in his cage. He didn’t move all…
I was typing up a computer entry for a book card yesterday when I stopped and started staring off into space. It’s kinda scary when I do that because I’ll come back a few minutes later, look at the screen, look at what I was doing, and think, where the heck did I go? I’ve…
Cara manned a booth from the Leadership Institute at a home school convention here in Richmond Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I came home early on Friday from work because Ken needed me to Fed-ex something. Cara called soon after I got home. I agreed to meet her at her hotel in Midtown. We went out…
“Are you a mouse?” I looked up from where I was silently thumbing through index cards in a card catalog drawer and pulling author/book cards. Florence was standing there addressing me, “You’re so quiet! Cough or something once in a while. Get up andmove around! Anything to let us know you’re there.” She paused and…
I went to DC this last weekend. Visited a friend I’ve known for longer than I can remember and went to a Broadcast Journalism School put on by an organization called Youth Leadership something or other. Which was great except that I have no desire to get into broadcast journalism. And any inklings I had…