Sometimes, Poets Are Jerks

  For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to purchase a dishtowel with this William Carlos Williams poem printed on it. Now, every time use towel, I read the poem and think: Who would do that? What an asshole. Then, because, when using the towel, I'm inevitably cooking, or doing dishes... Continue Reading →

This Thing Needs A Title

   That sweet face there - that's our rescue dog, Westy. She's called "Westy" because the night before we picked her up from Main Line Animal rescue, my younger daughter dreamed she had a small white dog named Westy. Our Westy, real life Westy, is mid-sized, mostly brown with a white chest and a marking the... Continue Reading →

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