I’ve always called it a “dab of toothpaste.” You know — that neat little squiggle that perches on the end of your brush like a tiny, minty tiara. But the other morning, my world shifted. I learned that this dainty dollop has an actual name: nurdle. I laughed out loud when I heard it. “Nurdle!” It sounded like the nickname for a tiny garden gnome who’s bad at directions. Or a small woodland creature with
An Angry Little Man
Category: Yesteryear
I was reminded today of a road-trip adventure I had when we were scouting locations for the TRR. I actually posted a short version of the story on Facebook back then, but since it was circa 2018, I feel justified in a longer explanation here/now. This particular house-hunting trip got off to a pretty weird start. I had barely made it out of town when I decided to pull into a gas station to refuel—both
The Floor is My Natural Predator
Category: ADHD
This morning began like most of mine do—with a minor medical emergency. I got out of bed and somehow managed to roll my big toe under my foot. I don’t know how that’s physically possible, but if there’s a way to violate the laws of anatomy, I’ll find it before breakfast. It hurt, of course, but not enough for sympathy or an insurance claim—just enough to remind me that standing upright is an extreme sport.
There are only a few times in life when you manage to make a friend who actually sticks around for the whole ride. If you’re lucky, you found one in childhood—you know, the one who remembers your worst haircut, your first heartbreak, and that time you thought parachute pants were a good idea. You get to share more than a half-century of life together and you’re grateful, but it makes it hard when you get
We are still looking back on our trip out west with such fondness! One of the sharpest contrasts between the West and the South isn’t just the accents or the BBQ sauce—it’s the greenery. We’re downright spoiled with foliage. Lush, luscious, leafy…at times it looks like the Garden of Eden, if Eden had been designed by a landscaper with no sense of restraint. We’re not tropical, but we’ve got flowers and plants exotic enough to