Over a bowl of saucy pasta I tell my fellow diner that the late Bob Ross is apparently an accidental ASMR star: his quiet, soporific voice paints bliss on the canvas of overwrought, stressed souls. My companion blurts past a mouthful of spaghetti, eyes wide, What do YOU know about ASMR? WHY do you know… Continue reading ASMR & A Mop
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Dove Tales
Stop talking to the babies, Ma says my smiling youngest son as he comes down the stairs. He enjoys telling me to stop what I'm doing even when he enjoys what I'm doing. The babies have dark-dot eyes. One has it's fluffy backside to me. The other stares down at my face with steady curiosity,… Continue reading Dove Tales
Green Mean
I’ve pensioned off a few of my “bouncer plants” (aka weeds), and I feel bad about it. Faced with a section of dead ground as hard as cement, so compacted gardening implements twanged in terror, I adopted a rehabilitation program that requires a thick skin - it is not popular, or trendy. Time-consuming creative projects led to gardening… Continue reading Green Mean
