Fumigated

I am spoiled. I live in California. There are smokers, but we are such anti-smoking there that I am sure most smokers feel uncomfortable or defensive when they light up a cigarette. They are chased outside and relegated to small corners far away from the rest of the...

Commas, commas, and more commas

Yes, I am a bit comma mad. Some have even called me the Comma Nazi, albeit affectionately (or so I like to think. ๐Ÿ˜€ ) I do not understand the issues people have with commas. To me, they make perfect sense, and prose makes very little sense when they are left out or in...

Cute Does Not Mean Talented

The other day, we were visiting my mother. The fair was on, so Mom, Charlie, Lily, and I decided to go. We had a great time, although my feet were barking after 6-7 hours on my feet. We arrived around 1:30 pm. Our late morning/slash breakfast was catching up to us....

Trash, Cigarette Buds, and Dog Poop

Today, Lily and I walked to the library. On the way there, we say a woman standing out in front of a building smoking a cigarette. Right as we walked by her, she finished and threw the butt on the ground. Usually, I will stay silent. Today, I did not. I asked her if...

Cleaning Out

In recent weeks, I’ve had this overwhelming urge to clean. It’s very rare for me to have such a strong urge that I actually move on it. Usually, there is so much to do that I have higher priorities, but I just couldn’t stop myself anymore. So, I...