Today I went out in the garden and picked the last of the green bell peppers and a whole basket of scuppernongs. Scuppernongs would probably make my top 5 favorite things in the world list.

I got a few awesome


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I just got home from some pretty sweet hangtime with all of my favorite homies at Common Market. Sometimes I really miss Charlotte, and by Charlotte I mean best friends. And family. But I suppose there are even other tangible absences to be reckoned with here. Been dealing with that suffocating hyper-awareness that comes with feeling wholly ( Read more... )

Dear bagged spinach,
I eat lots of you, all the time. Several times a day. I ate you for lunch on Wednesday, and found out an hour or so later that you could give me crazy deadly ecoli. But I love you and your convenience; oh bagged spinach, get well soon.

Dear mormons,
You are very nice, but you all refuse to tell me your real names and insist ( Read more... )

Well, here we are.  One does not want to be the only kid in Library Science School without a blog. It is entirely past my bedtime.

At work (historical lurkage) I have been reading WWI-era letters between Jean in North Carolina and a man she was seeing, who moved to Kansas City to become a veterinarian. She stayed behind for school (hmmmmmmmm...) But ( Read more... )