1. My head is sort of misshapen. It's flat on top, like that of so many good Scandahoovians, flat in back and comes to almost a point at the crown. I think my mother left me on my back too much as a baby.
2. I don't know how to/
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(All prices and mileage approximate and quite possibly inaccurate.)

Some of my best memories involve road trips. (I'll bet almost every American could start an essay with that sentence.)

The one with my cousin Charley in my senior year, 1975. After a night of mild drinking and minor misadventures,/… Read full post »

Is there anything scarier (or at least more unappealing)? Some crazy, pissed-off, blubbery, bulgy, badly-dressed perimenopausal old bag with a chip on her shoulder as big as her GUT going off on you for simply stating your oh, so reasonable and culturally-approved beliefs that "Fat Is Unhealthy!" T… Read full post »

I'm a severe introvert. I like people, though. I'm an artist, still working on my debut after 20-odd years. I'm a graphic designer, looking for work. I'm 51 years old on the outside, but too immature to act my age.

I'm nothing if not direct. I also don't… Read full post »