Egads. Now We’ve Received a Complaint From a Cat
We have received a complaint from a cat in England. Rita says she reckons you cannot trust a woman who...
Mister and Jolene. Taking Drugs and Counting Sheep.
It's a sight to see. Usually, a huge bearded man and a tiny Chihuahua. Sometimes a blue-haired lady and a...
Being Cantankerous Because I Feel Like It
Last week I raved about my beautiful but desolate riding arena at the front of my little farm. My other...
Aging Cantankerously: Downsize This!
Ten days after solstice and it's already staying light longer. Want to wish me a happy one-year-older? On January first,...
The Year-End Tally. Call It Aging Cantankerously
It's the limbo week between Christmas and the New Year. The sunset of the year, if there is such a...
Hungover, Jolene Meets The Weather of Her People
The leftovers are gone, the pie plates back in the cupboard, and Parental Peas, Parker and Penny, have headed back...
Family on Thanksgiving: Jolene’s Heart is Full
Remember that Thanksgiving painting by Norman Rockwell? With a jovial white-bread family leaning into frame with smiling, delighted faces? A...
Writing a Letter About Books and Ordinary Days.
Here on the high desert prairie, the grasses are a flat dry tan, and we won't see green again all...
Jolene’s Teen Angst and Roller Derby Bravado
Saints preserve us. This weekend, Jolene is having her friend, Tachi, sleep over. I'll believe the sleep part when I...
Jolene Has Lacey Bloomers
Jolene is changing faster than the fall colors. It isn't just that she's grown lacey bloomers on her backside. Sometimes...
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