Last night I had a dream that it was Christmas and I was going to church with my parents.
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Putting the DAILY back in the DISH.
Every so often I remember that I have a BLOG! And suddenly I’m dropping everything to get back in touch with my writerly side. I used to do this all the time- get in touch with myself – but as I’ve gotten older I seem to be touching myself less.
Pass the Mike.
You might not know this about me, but years ago I worked as a recorder for the Pennsylvania Supreme Court. And by recorder, I don’t mean the musical instrument “played” by 3rd graders. I mean recorder, as in someone paid to attend important meetings at classy hotels, tape closed-door conversations, and later transcribe every salacious detail. As far as jobs go, a real peach.
The Call of the Blog
Hello. My name is Dishy. And I am a blogger.
A turkey named Wilbur.
A normal person who moved into a house where wild turkeys wandered the backyard might be inclined to ignore them until they went away. A normal person, once these turkeys disappeared, might describe the parting as fortunate. But since moving into our house, replete with flock of wild turkeys, my family and I have done our darnedest to bond with these big birds.