The dragonflies. They’re back. And, Houston? We have a problem. Because I think I’m running an un-permitted brothel. I know. Madam Dingle. It’s... Read More
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… on sidetracked time and a frazzled day
Buckle up. Yesterday started out pretty normal except when the alarm in my head went off several hours before the alarm on my phone... Read More
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… on shoulds and sharks
Okay. See that above? That is a completely legal, totally licensed piece of art that I made up when I first began justponderin-dot-com. The image... Read More
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… on attention deficit during an eclipse
Didja hear?! There was an eclipse! No, I’m not kidding – it happened yesterday. It wasn’t widely reported so only a few people who... Read More
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… on caring and therapy from beyond
Fred was Grampa’s dog. Well, I mean, we fed him and took him to the vets and stuff. But he was Grampa’s dog. It... Read More
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… on other people’s – and dog’s – poop
Here at The Inn* we have many many flowers. And blades of grass. And also dogs. Two of them. Pee’ing and pooping machines they... Read More
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… on four stalls and a wedding
So. There are about to be lots of photos of the wedding out in the world because Jen Smith, who is the incredibly talented... Read More
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… on independence (mine… okay and ours)
Sometimes in the midst of the everyday we find ourselves mired in the little picture and, if it seems grim, we believe in the... Read More
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… on advenditures
This morning, super duper early, I headed out on an adventure. Because the other day my friend Chris (a.k.a., ‘ChrisChrisChris‘) called and asked me... Read More
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… on the acting locally thing
Okay… I’ve given up. Maybe one day every single thing will be unpacked and put away… but strategy right now for the wedding is... Read More
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… on signs and flamingos, but mostly signs
It all started with a pink, plastic bird – one of those ones with funky metal sticks for legs, so you can stand them... Read More
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… on touching dreams
So… you know we moved to Maine. Well… I know I know I moved to Maine. No… it’s not the boxes still unpacked in my bedroom... Read More