It appears some of you have noticed that when you click on the “comments: none” link here at Archives of Our Lives, you are unable to add a comment like you usually can. This is not an accident. I did … Continue reading
You may or may not remember—and I don’t expect you would, but just in case—that I’m very well-versed in the art of self-defense. Image from here. Any time I’m walking alone through a dark, deserted parking lot, I keep my … Continue reading
Dear Friends, I’m sorry I’ve been a bad blogger lately. You deserve better. School is no excuse. I will try to step it up around here, okay? Please don’t leave me. Love, cpsf That said… …you see this box? It’s … Continue reading
This is a continuation of the saga of Charles P. Wiggins the Third. If you missed the first chapter, you can read it here. When we last left off with Charles P. Wiggins the Third, the writer [not to be … Continue reading
Today is my dad’s birthday. There’s my dad and me—well, they say that’s me, but I don’t recognise me. It could be my sister. Sweet shoes, though, Dad. I wish you still had those so I could swipe them. I … Continue reading
About thirty years ago, some genius had the bright idea to build a university in a valley, with all of the English classes located at the very bottom of the crevasse, and the parking lot at the highest height of … Continue reading
As some of my more astute readers pointed out in the comment section two posts ago, I had a birthday on Friday. I turned 23. I didn’t announce it for two reasons: 1) I don’t like obligatory “Happy Birthdays.” That’s … Continue reading