After coming down from a serious Perler bead bender and scrolling through some old family photographs, I decided to do a little more amateur manipulation. I've moved past my baby pictures--Nobody is safe.Read More
Recycling some old baby pictures.
Lip balm is my favorite. Being as dry and flaky as a blue ribbon pie crust, it’s a necessity (and if you're thinking "it just makes you more chapped, quit it and you won't need it", don't you think I've tried??)Read More
Charlie Brown isn't known for his kitchen skills--remember when Peppermint Patty ripped him a new one for his subpar Thanksgiving dinner?Read More
Skating backwards was easy, but I never learned how to stop correctly. Instead, I'd slam myself into the carpeted wall outside the rink. I wasn't the only one--there was a reason it was carpeted. But then I hit puberty...and couldn't really do that without causing serious pain. Everybody outgrew the skating rink, but not everybody had the same reasons.
We gobbled up the $2.00 scraps of the local college kids trading their vinyl for drugs.
Back in the day, my family always mowed down our Christmas tree smack dab between Thanksgiving and Christmas—and since that happened to be my birthday, I got to pick the victim.Read More
A couple weeks ago, I took a bus trip to my mother's house, located in the heart of central NY. Here’s a handful of pictures.Read More
In 1987 or so, my parents separated, and a sympathetic widower friend allowed my mother, my two older brothers and me to move into his empty house and be caretakers.Read More