Beautiful new business cards for my blog had arrived, just in time for an upcoming conference. I promised myself I would hand out at least one, every day. That shouldn’t be too tough, even for an introvert like me. Yet somehow I failed. Miserably. I was attending The Crochet Guild of America’s yearly convention. … Continue reading Can I Give You My Card?
There are times that I question my intelligence. If I had said yes, I could have saved myself hundreds of hours of work. Hours spend peering through a magnifying glass trying to thread a needle. Hours spent cutting out microscopic pieces of felt, and sewing on tiny little sequins and teeny beads. What the heck … Continue reading The Stocking Queen
The smell of beer, mixed with vomit and urine, permeated the air. I stepped gingerly around puddles, of who knows what, pooling on the ground. I wished that my toes were covered. Yuck. Women all around me were lifting their shirts and showing their breasts, in exchange for worthless beads. I was drinking a foot … Continue reading St. Patrick’s in New Orleans
It began as a simple, albeit stupid, mistake. That mistake quickly escalated into kidnapping, and threats of violence. And to make matters worse, the perpetrators of these threats were my own loving, kind, and slightly twisted parents. I had returned from a visit to Florida to see my family. As I unpacked my … Continue reading The Adventures of Remo
I stopped abruptly at the doorway, unintentionally blocking the entrance. People maneuvered to pass me, while I stood rooted in the spot. My eyes drank in the sight of thousands of old leather-bound books, each proudly holding its proper place on the towering oak bookshelves. In awe, I thought to myself, “This must be what … Continue reading The Love of Libraries
The wait staff paraded through the restaurant, winding their way between tables, until they arrived at ours. With a flourish one snapped open my napkin, while another presented the main event. Suddenly I was looking eye to eye with an entire baby pig; legs, snout, tail, the whole thing. I was not a vegetarian, … Continue reading Segovia and Suckling Pig
“Stop!” screamed Alice, her voice filled with fear. A man brandishing a spear had stepped into the road, blocking the path of our car. He was dressed in shorts, boots, a uniform shirt and a heavy winter coat. We held our breath and stared in front of us, terrified. In the early 1970’s my father … Continue reading The Man with the Spear