January 5th, 2022. Snew.
I Love the snow. I Love romping in it. I Love walking in it. Snalking while SWALKing. I adore what’s all over the roads and my lawn and my hair
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
I Love the snow. I Love romping in it. I Love walking in it. Snalking while SWALKing. I adore what’s all over the roads and my lawn and my hair
Happy New Year my friends. I don’t believe there to be any members of ilyAIMY who’re on the prowl, but if you don’t think “2022” sounds like the future, you’re
(please note, this isn’t a warm and fuzzy Christmas post… it’s sort of a weird one… ) It’s almost the end of the year of our Calendar’s Lord, 2021. Anal
12 20 21. That’s just fun. So – at a board meeting last night for a folk organization I’m involved with we spiral into the now monthly conversation about what
More…December 20th, 2021. Bored with the board. (but a great night)
Happy Monday. For a certain value of “happy”. Definitely a set value of “Monday” though. It’s Christmas week. It’s the last week of the Sandy Spring Open Mic till a
Must admit to feeling kind of miserable. I got my COVID booster yesterday and it happened to line up with a weekend where I wasn’t doing much, more because I
Sometimes I think we’re complicated creatures – but then I have nights where I just know we’re not much more than formulaic responders. We’re hurt and flinch and fear. Strike
I’ll be running my Sandy Spring open mic which will be a mix of optimism, pessimism, activism and capitalism. Tis my Life. I definitely started them because I miss running
Happy Thanksgiving. It’s a beautiful sunshiney, not terribly cold, but definitely not warm day. Kristen’s in the kitchen, I’m in the basement. We’re getting texts from friends and Kristen’s been
Saturday was magnificent and Sunday was beautiful, but Monday’s leaving me close to exhausted and I can’t decide if I’m grateful that Chris offered to take the VOM off my