My february entry for the Hartford FAVs site is up, looking at how we as a community define ourselves. http://hartfordfavs.com/faith/clergy-and-congregations/how-we-define-ourselves
Monthly Archives: February 2013
Good News!
Blessings Darlings!
We just got off the phone with the State of West Virginia …. and discovered if the only employees of a business are the owners they don’t have to pay unemployment insurance.
Wow!
Instead(…)
A Cup of Tea
Blessings Darlings!
My Mother was one of eight children. Her parents, and about half of her siblings, were immigrants to the US. They did well, but let’s face it – raising eight children takes a chunk of money, especially when(…)
Old Gods in a Modern World
I have started blogging once a month for Moon Books – here is my first entry for them, an essay about how the Old Gods fit into a modern world (…)
Endgame
Blessings Darlings! This is the conclusion of the story of what we’ve been up to.
BACK TO THE SHIT
Mother In Law did well for a while with rehab and such. Then … things started to go south. And(…)
Yet Another Tale
“Guys, I’m not up for any trouble today.” I shake my head and start to walk away.
“Trouble for what?” Shit. I turn to find a squat little man, in squat little robes, with a squat pointy hat, and a long grey beard in the process of being brushed and groomed. If a dwarf wanted to cosplay as Gandalf, here was the prize winner.
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Good stuff, & Legal stuff
Blessings, Darlings! Here’s part 2 of “What has Fern & Family been up to, since she clearly wasn’t HERE”.
THE LEGAL STUFF
Here, we have the POA/medical that was missing, but no medical folks really cared. (…)
Over A Cup Of Coffee
“The authorities were looking for anything that could hang you, actually. Which reminds me…” An unusually serious look crossed her face. “There have been… rumors… my friend. Rumors about you that concern me.”
“Information for information. You tell me the rumor, I’ll tell you the truth.”
She asked of several things, most of which were simply the rumor mill working in overtime. Until…
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Trolling the Village
I entered the village as a troll. A mask of flesh and bone covered my face which I knew was painted a certain way. Pelts and hides of questionable origin draped over me the way Spanish moss drapes over branches. I looked like death and smelled twice as bad. Towering over men and horses, everyone fled from me. Which was okay with me. I wasn’t feeling sociable at the time anyway. A little kid ran towards me while everyone else was running away. He stopped in front of me. I stopped facing him.
“Hi.” ~grunt~
“My mommy said you’re going to eat me because she says I’m a bad boy and trolls eat bad kids. I really don’t taste good. I’m dirty and dirty food makes you sick.” I nodded while trying not to burst into laughter.
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The Ribbon
The long white ribbon draped simply over a simple decorative hanger, that was hanging on the wall directly across from the door. Two hanzi characters were vertically embroidered with black silk onto the ribbon. The top character was oriented normally. The bottom character was upside down.
When I heard the sharp intake of breath, I knew she had seen it. From the way she was constantly comparing American culture with her native Chinese culture, I knew she understood the importance of the upside down hanzi. I braced for impact.
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