Re: The Yggysey

After The Neddiad, the only possible follow-up is The Yggysey. Yggsdrasil Birnbaum has resigned herself to her friends calling her Iggy. She played a minor role in the previous book, hanging out with Neddie and Seamus. Here she takes the soundstage, finding out where all the ghosts in the haunted hotel where she lives are […]

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Soldier Flies

Let’s see. I’ve hacked up half a leaf bag of ragweed, half a leaf bag of dogbane, another leaf bag of still more weeds — and there’s just no way my compost tumblers can keep up. So with bags of weeds and trimmings standing by, I am discovering yet more denizens of the compost pile: […]

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Labor day

Such a happy water hyacinth. I think it’s celebrating not being salad for raccoons. Or maybe it suddenly realized that Labor Day is the end of summer, so if it was going to flower, it better do it now. You’d think with that bright yellow target just beckoning to bees it would have more pollinators […]

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Pickled tongue

While this tongue was simmering, I remembered making pickled tongue with my father. We would simmer the tongue first. Then I took the job of peeling the skin off. Finally we would slice it and chill it in a brine of pickling spices. Inspired by this recipe, I went in the opposite direction of my […]

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Possum

The moon is rising fat and amber in the evening, the cats are on their last patrol, the skunk drops by for its breakfast, and — Holy God! That’s a big possum! He even looks like he’s about to make some pithy, home-grown observation, like “We have met the enemy, and he is us.” Is […]

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Call it a writerversery

September 4 is my writing anniversary. (Or is it September 3? Shows you how close attention I pay.) It’s now eight years (and running) since my resolve to write every day finally became consecutive. Not this blog, mind you, just trying to write down the stories that go running through my head. So how’s that […]

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The evening bandit

Ah, I love getting visits from the local wildlife. I heard a thump from the feeders and sure enough, here’s a raccoon enjoying a leisurely supper. Cats watching from the windows don’t bother it. Flashlights shining don’t bother it. The flash of a camera sure as heck doesn’t bother it. Those sunflower seeds must be […]

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