Brutus the wall mounted staghorn fern is now the avatar or indeed mascot of this here little thang. Years ago when Amanda first started this blog, her chosen icon was this: …which I think summed her up really
A Series of Efforts
Coming back here after significant time away compels me to begin again by reviewing my output up until the recent lapse. First, I fell into some familiar bad habits from when I first took over in early 2017. I relied
Away from Desk for a Month!
We were hit by malware! I can’t explain what that means because I have no idea. August has been a wild ride. At the end of July, I noticed some texts missing from our lovely content contributor, Christina(‘s), posts here.
Well, it happened, with my talented and wonderful friend Christina on board, I fell off updating this blog myself. I’ve missed many Poetry Ptuesdays and I’m backlogged on Spending Breakdown by TWO months! I haven’t completely finished my bench, and
Poetry Ptuesday: In This Story by Caitlyn Siehl
in this story, your mother isn’t the villain. in this story, you find a way to pick the lock, to wake up, to climb out of the tower yourself. in this story, you’re angry. in this story, you meet a