Scent. Memory. Muse.

Hoth-level Cold.  I’m barely opening the door to get the mail, that’s how COLD it is.  So I’m stuck at home, with plenty of time to muse.  And this is how it starts. This morning, after I put 90 minutes… Continue Reading

CounterIrritant

Way back in the Jurassic Era, when Fiorinal (which nauseated me) was the only prescription out there for migraines & cluster headaches, I was sent to a Chinese acupuncturist.  It worked – but it hurt (a very little bit –… Continue Reading