Dolly and Gravity

  In case you’re wondering, I’m the one on the left. And, yes, that’s who you think it is on the right. I was eighteen. She was not. This was one of those once-in-a-lifetime dreamed about moments. There are a few things I tend to keep to myself. My once ga-ga level admiration of Dolly [...]



The Fat French Farmer

We had bacon for breakfast. This used to be a rare treat. Like once-a-year rare. But we decided we really liked bacon, and it would be reasonable to enjoy it in less modest moderation. A long time ago, in the midst of recognizing and admitting our participation in the American Rat Race, my husband and [...]