Spicy Reads

Growing up in the fifties meant that when you wanted to play, you knocked on a door. “Can Pat come out and play?” Even in Southern…

New Found Glory

Making Friends

This is the second blog post with the mission of rescuing posts from the earlier iteration of Spicyreads. This one features my 13-year-old…

For those of you who remember my old Spicyreads website (iWeb — oh, Apple, you are so stupid for getting rid of this web-making program)…

A labor of love today, Monday, September 4, 2017: