My Rainbow Connection
You’re here, you’re queer, I thought we were used to it. Orlando tells us otherwise.
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You’re here, you’re queer, I thought we were used to it. Orlando tells us otherwise.
I was “discovered” and discovered some things. Like: cherry jam will glue your cake to the pan, but you’re going to eat it anyway.
I was surprised to find my blog had been nominated for an award. I figure there’s zero chance of my winning. And there’s a 100% chance I’ll eat a really good diner breakfast. It makes sense, I promise.
My feet hurt. Since bringing Harley the Dog home, I have walked nearly 600 miles, that’s the distance between my home in Seattle and Lake Shasta in Northern California. Aching dogs aside (ha, get it?) it’s been lovely. I was healthier than usual this winter, I got to see the neighborhood burst into full flower …
Whoa. Via TravelWild, those people who sent me to Antarctica (What? Did that really happen?), there’s a new series of photos from the Shackleton expedition. Whoa. § I’m not even going to excerpt this piece because I want you to go read the whole thing right now. Marika Malaea is possibly the most under-appreciated writer …
It’s not my way to respond to a rant about coleslaw; I’m just not that passionate about cabbage salad. But I read this piece shortly after I’d eaten a mind altering BBQ chicken sandwich on a butter horn — “You want slaw on that?” Yes, yes I did want slaw and good lord, that was …