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The Return of Ms. Gulch
“Are you missing a cat?” she asked, rising up on her tip-toes and wobbling her head back-and-forth as if she knew how this conversation would end. “No, ma’am.” I answered. “You’re not?!” “No, our cats are right here,” I said. “Are you sure?” she pressed. “There’s a cat in my basement, and I only see…
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I’m-Not-Crafty Confessions
I’ve never been very much of a crafty woman. At least not in the paper, glue, and decorating sense of the word. But, ever since I joined Pinterest, I’ve been eager to spread my creative wings a little further to try some of the oh-so-cute things I’ve pinned. So, over the Christmas holidays, I attempted…
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On apathy
Last week, nearly a dozen of my favorite bloggers posted lists of the favorite books they read in 2011 and/or posted lists of books they are planning to read in 2012. I wish I could post a similar list, but, unfortunately, for the last six months or longer, my desire to read has waned. Big…
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Making a latte without an espresso machine
Feeling a little adventurous, I purchased a bag of Starbucks Espresso Roast beans. I do not own an espresso machine. I figured I could “trick” the beans and my coffee maker into behaving like an espresso machine so that I could make myself a latte. If you know how to make real espresso, then you…
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Our very own Miss Gulch
She drove up, not on a bicycle, but behind the wheel of a white Honda Odyssey. “Your cat has been sneaking into my basement and pooping on my towels,” Ms. V complained. “If I can ever catch her, I’m going to call the Humane Society to come and get her.” Well, there really wasn’t any…
Leslie Wiggins 