“Mmmm, you smell like my lunch…”

Smell is a primal, evocative sense.  However, what makes one good is highly contextual, don’t you think? For example, I love the rich, sweet smell of an old car.  It’s a complex olfactory cocktail of vinyl, gasoline (particularly the smell of exhaust unencumbered by emissions controls), and such.  I enjoy it because it reminds me … Read more

Mom at 64

Mom would have been 64 this past Monday. It didn’t occur to me that it was her birthday until mid-afternoon—maybe 3 or so.  I’m certain that’s the latest in the day I’ve ever thought about it since she died. You know, I finally stopped seeing something I think she’d be interested in and thinking I … Read more

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