Our first Easter in New Orleans began pretty much like any other day here in this hotel: We slept later than we would have preferred, since the room is so dark we can never tell when it’s morning. See, the dawg likes to bark, loudly, whenever anyone passes by the hotel window. The only way we…
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Claustrophobic Pink Cookies, with Beads
The last couple of nights, when I’ve finally gone to sleep and not been wakened by my neighbors or my pacing dog, I’ve had some uber-random and somewhat goofy dreams. Like standing on a foggy bricky street corner with a handful of dream-friends (people I’ve never met in waking life) and showing them the really wild…