Per Bastet Publications paid a social call on Seventh Star Press, and had a gluten-free meal that couldn’t be beat. Also: Booze. Naturally, I took a few door pictures. The main one, the star of the show, has it all. But this one is my…
I may have shared this before, but it bears repeating. At the time our youngest, the amazing Sara Marian, entered high school, she was a self-described semi-Goth. By that, she meant, among other things, that she had no tattoos or piercings, but she wore black,…
My second batch of sauerkraut’s coming out party was less successful than the first. The fault is mine, all mine. Looks good. It smelled good, when I opened the jar. The problem is, I boiled the potatoes (sorry, Dr. Ackerman! I know–don’t eat carbs!), then…