Category: rambling wrangle

Saying Goodbye to 2018

I’m going to begin this post with an excerpt from a writing of Joan Didion. I’m telling you this only so that you’ll know that isn’t to be the entirety of this post. “Some years passed, but I still did not lose the sense of wonder about New […]

An Unraveled Hem, Joan Didion

I’ve kept some kind of a notebook, or journal, since junior high. Thankfully, the majority of them have gone the way of the wind. I suppose that’s a nice way of saying that I destroyed them at one time or another. I recall erasing every word one January, […]

That 70’s Sound

I haven’t rambled about music in a while. I’ve been editing stories lately, pretty much all of my previous writing, and organizing my work. Regardless of what I decide to do with any particular piece of writing, suffice it to say that I am… particular… about some things […]

Tea.

Maybe this is a Southern thing, having a pitcher of iced tea in the refrigerator at all times. What I do know is that I grew up with this and over the years many people have asked me how to make “Iced Tea.” ย ย ย ย ย  What this gets called […]

Sunday Morning Coming Down

“I love music, any kind of music, any kind of music.” ย  ย That’s not completely true, there are some things that get on my nerves or that I cannot bring myself to listen to and most of those things fall into the category of screamo. Growing up in […]