Fog. After driving twelve hundred miles from the Wet Mountain Valley of Colorado to the White River Marsh Wildlife Area in Wisconsin, we looked out at the grey cotton wool of the fog and felt distinctly uneasy. We’d come to…
Fog. After driving twelve hundred miles from the Wet Mountain Valley of Colorado to the White River Marsh Wildlife Area in Wisconsin, we looked out at the grey cotton wool of the fog and felt distinctly uneasy. We’d come to…
Years ago at a yard sale I found a nesting doll that was on sale because the smaller nesting dolls that went inside her were gone. Only the largest one of the set remained, a cheerful looking figure in a…
In the Rumpelstiltskin fairy tale, after the miller boasts to the king about his daughter’s many amazing talents, he ends his proud statements by saying, “She can even spin straw into gold.” Well, this of course caught the king’s attention…
I watched my granddaughter graduate from high school yesterday. I was in my robe and slippers with my morning cup of sweet coffee still in hand. She and I were physically separated by about one hundred twenty miles but streaming…
Sometimes the simplest effort to interact with a large company to solve a minor problem turns into an ordeal that tests the concept of free enterprise. Such was my encounter with AT&T. The story begins in November when we went…