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Cornfields, Cemeteries and Cranes Read More »
When I was a little girl in the 1960s, each summer my family traveled from the concrete Chicago suburbs to the lush green land of the Great Lakes state, Michigan. We drove through the stench of Argo Corn Starch and what we referred to as the “Indiana Stink” before zooming onto the Indiana Toll Road.
This is a VERY well written memoir that I loved reading, primarily because of its honesty. Scott Stokely, a one-of-a-kind character to be sure, invites readers to not only get to know him and his unconventional past but also to learn about the origins of disc golf and how it went from a new activity
An Extraordinary Tale from an Extraordinary Guy Read More »
I have tried to keep up—tried to stay in the loop of all the drama and competition, the back-stabbing, the arguing, the lies, the immaturity, the stupidity, and the general ridiculousness of the process. But on this cold, snowy morning, I’d had enough.
When Watching The Bachelor is Less Mind-Numbing Than Watching The News Read More »
Thoughts at the end of the decade
The America in Which I Live Read More »
I’ve been scratching my head and wringing my hands for months trying to figure out how and why these elected republican leaders continue to support and defend President Trump. In spite of such clear and overwhelming evidence presented not only in the impeachment hearings, but also through witnessing his ongoing behavior and divisive, childish rhetoric,
Remember: Trump Grabs by the Pussy Read More »