Everyday Epiphany, Politics, Squeaks Says

Hootman Terror Birds

Squeaks, my rescue cockatiel, cultivated a passion for blogging. I provided him with his own blog (or bloggo as Squeakers calls it) “Squeaks Says.” However, Squeaky Pie journaled a recent event. I thought his message worthwhile so I’m allowing him to post on “A Few Choice Words” as well.  I’d appreciate it if you’d follow me… Continue reading Hootman Terror Birds

Everyday Epiphany, Family, humor, Squeaks Says

Cockatiel Blogger: My Fails

Squeaks, my rescue cockatiel, cultivated a passion for blogging. I provided him with his own blog (or bloggo as Squeakers calls it) "Squeaks Says." However, Squeaky Pie journaled a recent event. I thought his message worthwhile so I'm allowing him to post on "A Few Choice Words" as well. I'd appreciate it if you'd follow… Continue reading Cockatiel Blogger: My Fails

Cooking, Everyday Epiphany, humor

Not As Easy As Pie: Learning About Turnovers

I baked my first and last cherry turnovers! These rude pastries refused to suck it up and politely bake. Give me well behaved cookies or a disciplined pie anytime! The mushy fruit yielded an unpleasant texture. Perhaps the turnovers thought their lineage entitled them to special treatment. Ancestors of my dessert, pasties, appeared in “The… Continue reading Not As Easy As Pie: Learning About Turnovers

Everyday Epiphany, humor, Writing

Adventures in Writing: From Teaching to Writing to Zooming Teaching and Writing

Significant events divide my timeline. Life after marriage- “So I have TWO families!” Life after son is born- “So my world happily revolves around THIS son.” Life after divorce- “So THAT’S who I used to be.” Life after meeting Significant Other - “So my world DIDN’T end!” Life after retiring from teaching - “So I… Continue reading Adventures in Writing: From Teaching to Writing to Zooming Teaching and Writing

Almost Apolitical, Everyday Epiphany, humor, Politics, Technology

Almost Apolitical: Saying Hello to My Car, Pearl

Pearl, my new Subaru Forester, has big tires to fill.  Two weeks ago, I bid farewell to Suze, my 17-year-old Acura. She had reliably transported me across many state and international borders, politely “recalculated” when I drove astray, and protected me when a sedan ran a red light and T-boned her driver’s side. (For a… Continue reading Almost Apolitical: Saying Hello to My Car, Pearl