Brown Recluse Spider Bite Watch

Seriously, this guy was bitten by a Brown Recluse. I think they are worse than Black Widows but not entirely sure. What I do know is this. Nothing is more horrifying. Well, maybe Jim Jones. By the way, today the spider bite finally burst. But I’m sparing you...

Jim Jones on the American Experience

I couldn’t look away. I tried. I had to watch it all the way to the bitter end, when the crying of babies could be heard over Jim Jones’ desperate droning, “come children, come children, sleep children, sleep.” How is it religion serves a good...

Mean Girl at Camp

So, my 8 year-old, who loves horses, got to spend Spring break at horse camp. She loves nothing more than this camp, which I consider to be a bit over-priced for what it is, but I can imagine what it’s like for her: all horses, all the time. Paddock boots,...

St. Pat’s

Yeah, it’s St. Pat’s. My friend Robert is Irish and he sent me this to celebrate (by the way, I’m not Irish) – it’s Van the Man!

Blog ‘em and Weep

Breed ’em and Weep has an interesting blog item up today about why people blog. Why do they blog? I have a theory. But first, here is her: In the early years of blogging, some people referred to the phenomenon as escribitionism. I don’t know how accurate...

Patti’s Eloquent Acceptance Speech

Love and an electric guitar On a cold morning in 1955, walking to Sunday school, I was drawn to the voice of Little Richard wailing Tutti Frutti from the interior of a local boy’s makeshift clubhouse. So powerful was the connection that I let go of my...