December 2009
4 posts
In the Kitchen with Sophia
My father is a consistent man. He is a retired farmer who worked hard all his life. He likes things which always satisfy. Like McDonald’s. And Carhartts. And curvy women. More specifically, chesty women. I don’t think it is mere coincidence that he shares a birthday with Dolly Parton. He and I would go through the Victoria’s Secret catalog while I was in my teens, and I pretty...
A Lasagna Life
December 19th, 2009:
I am stuck in a corporate “country inn” in Harrisburg, PA with my mom. Snowed in, plus she has been battling a cold. After enormous amounts of TV, I have cabin fever and am writing this on the hotel lobby computer. I moved out of Baltimore Friday and am on my way home. No more job, no more relationship.
I am bipolar. I have a long history of it, the most recent...
Coffee, Tea, and Conviviality
I wrote in my previous post about coffeehouses in Fredonia, NY. I compared a coffeehouse to a bar, but with a bar, it is too close or too far for comfort. A packed bar is stop-and-go, a mingling of energies and combinations. A Wall Street trading floor, too much chaos for my taste. This may work, that doesn’t, on to the next person or idea. Too few people, and everyone is stranded in their...
Brown Bean Days
I like to learn. A lot. I have a lot of interests and passions. I have done college several times. I don’t have a bachelor’s degree. Yet. I do have an associate degree from the second college, which landed me my previous healthcare job. And now I am back in retail again. Hop, hop, hop. Where to hop next? Life is an adventure.
My first college experience was at SUNY Fredonia in Fredonia,...