There is an interstate exit in my town with a stoplight at the end and, on most days, a scruffy looking person holding a familiar cardboard sign with “Homeless” or “Hungry” scrawled across it in black magic maker.  This exit is the perfect storm for panhandlers because the road is one way, the stoplight always seems to be red, and when you are one of the first cars in line, the homeless/hungry person is less than ten feet from your window.  I hate this exit because I’m usually the first car in the line and invariably have that inner struggle that goes something like this (yes, this train of thought will be a run-on sentence because I think in run-on sentences.  Read it really fast without breathing and you’ll get the feeling of what it’s like to be in my brain.):

“Should I give my hard-earned money to this fella who is probably just going to spend it on booze or drugs and really isn’t disabled and Continue reading →

It is truly a miracle that (a) you are reading this and (b) the world wide web was not harmed in the making of this blog (you are welcome, Al Gore).  I am obscenely baffled by and have an itchy and uncompromising fear of technology.  Blogging has been an unattainable dream, primarily because I’ve not been able to figure out how a blog gets onto the interweb.  Seriously.  It is evil magic of which I fear to partake.

Enter my wonderful, patient, blogger-friend, Jennifer Cobb Pyron.  She came over last Saturday t Continue reading →