Life – a cup at a time
They Really Don’t Belong Inside I had just stepped into the hall on the second floor when I saw the black bear down at the end. Beating a retreat back down the stairs, I started through the sitting room, only to be confronted by a smaller, blondish cinnamon bear coming in from the next room. …
A dream interpreted Unlike many people during the last several months, I haven’t been keen on deep cleaning, or reorganizing, or new hobbies, or cooking, or much of anything constructive. I’ve spent a great deal of my time reading fiction — my historical escape mechanism. Last week, that suddenly changed, and I found myself deep …