Stella’s Visitor – Act 4
Stella had fallen asleep. She was laying on the floor in the moonlight. She didn’t realize it, but she was also curled next to the meteorite that had mysteriously broke through her dining room window earlier in the day. Breathing softly, Stella dreamed of vast flowing landscape. She saw hills of green sand dotted with…
Stella’s Visitor – Act 3
“Seriously, mom. I think this thing is a meteorite, and it’s sounds like it is singing.” “Well, Stella, sounds to me like you’ve got a mess,” countered her homebound 81-year-old mother. “Well, mom, it does look wet. And I think it is starting to stink,” replied Stella as she leaned toward the thrumming rock lodged…
Stella’s Visitor – Act 1
Stepping into the house, Stella heard strange noises. And they were not emanating from the grate of the garage door or the rumble of the air conditioner. Grasping the edge of the door, she gently slid her key out of the lock and quickly pocketed it. She stood still in the pantry and cocked her…
A Problem of Overthinking
What’s my problem? I think too much. I may not know much, but I sure do overthink about what little I do know. So much so that I have developed a compulsive behavior. It’s not smoking, drinking, or drugging. Nor is it bad grammar, yet now that might become a possibility. It is overthinking. When…
Campaign Contrived, Segment of Voters See Red
A segment of voters are seeing red after realizing a contrived campaign may have been made by a major political candidate. The alleged controversy seems to involve the natural effects of a solar eclipse. The eclipse has passed, yet the candidate continues to distract voters. See below for a summary of the exchange between the…
Silver & Blue Bourbon Balls – A bit of Nevada spirit
See the full gallery on Posterous Spent the day with my mom. We relished yesterday’s meal, drank smoothies, folded laundry, and considered the pending Nevada v. Boise State football game. My folks are big Nevada fans. Best of all, we made Mrs. B’s fabulous bourbon balls. (We doubled the recipe and used what my husband…
Mr. & Mrs. B’s Bourbon Balls—a recipe for fun and friendship.
Those bourbon balls were legendary in their power over the palate (and senses)!
Oh! I dream of southern-fried chocolate balls.
With a bit of cocoa and a bite of bourbon, down a few and you’ll be singing about gravel roads, dogs and women.
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