Ah, the last installment of the seemingly never-ending story of a three-day journey, the trip from which reading the report took as long as the ride itself. Fear not, Intrepid Reader; the end is nigh. Even I am so tired…
A Trip to Tucson & Down Memory Lane: Part Deux
(“That girl certainly talks a lot about her various vices”/”They’ll never put THIS into the club newsletter” Edition) There is very little moto-content here, but it’s all part of the trip. Trigger warning: There is a lot of talk about…
Dessert Disguised as “Breakfast”
Various and sundry people over the span of my almost fifty years have tried to domesticate me, make me more “lady-like,” and other nonsense: It did not take. I am a terrible excuse for a homemaker: There are piles of…
Whose Face is This?
It’s a well-known fact amongst my people that when there is a camera pointed at me, I cannot make a normal human face. I am afflicted with The Chandler Syndrome, and the struggle is real. For the last year or…