There is nothing connecting the two topics of this post—Pi Day and deliberately bad acting—except
The Willamette Valley is wet. That’s what I remember most about the winters when we
As I sat in the dentist’s office a couple of weeks ago waiting for the
I haven’t written a post about leap year before. The opportunity only comes along once
Shortly before my mother’s death, my father and I reviewed the draft obituaries my parents
I don’t usually write about science, because I don’t know much about it. I haven’t
I’ve mentioned before that I called my maternal grandmother Nanny Winnie. How I came to
The last survivor of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake died earlier this month. William Del
Most people pull out their wool sweaters and socks for warmth during winter. Not me.
Maybe this is one of those “when I was young, we had it tough” stories.