Emoji-fried: Hieroglyphics for Dummies Stow the papyrus and keep your mouth shut. We’re emoji-fried: Hieroglyphics for dummies are our quills, our ink, our paper, and our voices. By John G. Stamos It’s not a stretch to think that Alexander Graham Bell would have despised texting. After all, the man went to a hell of a
Clean Getaway Trying to unload a property in one country so you can move to another one is like being stuck to a filthy strip of fly paper. So hire the right people to unstick you. Make a clean getaway. By John G. Stamos My personal transcontinental relocation saga continues, as does the associated ever-swelling
“Time and tide wait for no man… “ “Time and tide wait for no man… ” Nobody writes like Chaucer these days, and they don’t build watches – or men – like they used to. By John G. Stamos I thought the snippet of Chaucer’s line was appropriate for this particular discussion of men’s accoutrements…
Trees Trees mark the passing of time with centuries as hours, and they keep ancient secrets and harbor timeless mysteries. Their seeming impassiveness belies their power to enflame my heart and enchant my remembrances. By Allison McBain Hudson Every tree is a mystery. Each one beckons me with silent stories, secret whisperings, untold history. I
Horticultural Hygiene Even if you’re not trying to sell your house, horticultural hygiene is important. Take it from me. Clean up your yard. You’ll thank me for it. By John G. Stamos When springtime officially hit this year, my property was covered in dead leaves from autumn of last year. It’s situated in the middle
Silver, Blood and Scissors: Protection against Witchcraft in an English County Silver, blood and scissors were among an array of things both manmade and organic used as protection against witches in late 19th and early 20th century Warwickshire. In this piece I look at the methods people in the county employed to guard themselves from
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Legacy Inspired by the legacy of one I admired and loved dearly, I’ve discovered some of the most important and worthwhile of my own aspirations. By Allison McBain Hudson I don’t have a bucket list. I’m “only” 53 and hoping not to kick the bucket any time soon, but my kids think I’m ancient, so
Summer Cruisin’, American Style. Nothing holds the anticipation and excitement of summer and reliving a Golden Era of captured memories quite like the classic cars of mid-century America. From roaring engines to sweetheart bench seats, cruising still has the power and bittersweet air of a freedom that once was. By Jenna Stocker The Classic Car
Clash of the Control Titans What if you put two people with an overwhelming need to control the environment in the same space, but their respective ideas of “a place for everything and everything in its place” mean something entirely different? There may be underlying forces so powerful that we find a way to live
Irish Evening I’m forever amazed and heartened by the quiet, crepuscular triumph of an Irish evening over grey daytime skies and grey daytime notions. By Allison McBain Hudson It starts to get to me after a while, the greyness. Summer, says the calendar, but the Irish weather often seems to indicate no particular season –
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