The Marcoterrorist
The darkest hour is always just before dawn, but even through the inky blackness, we can detect movement along the perimeter. The Marcoterrorist is up to his usual tactics, using…
Who saved who?
Much has been said of the sacrifices and goodness of those that foster and adopt animals in need; in most cases, this is true, but here at the Casa del…
All that who lean are not off balance
Yesterday was one of those days in January that makes living in Arkansas in August worthwhile. While many motorcycle owners around the country winterize their steeds in preparation for a…
vivere in momento
Dad's back in town after a quick overnight business trip to Memphis, mom's mom is gone back home to North Carolina, and we inmates once again reign supreme at the…
Baby, it’s cold outside
Mark Twain once said that house guests are like fish: after three days, they start stinking; I'm starting to feel the same way about these frigid temperatures that have set…
In pursuit of happiness
It's almost impossible to believe that it has been almost three years since I exited my crate and took my place as the Queen of the Casa del Whackos. I…
Do not go gently into that good night
One of dad's strongly held beliefs is that you never have to worry about entering your second childhood if you absolutely refuse to leave your first. This may explain why…
