Homeless Joe the Fisher of Men

Walk around Seattle and you’re certain to notice several things, one of the most common being homeless people. Lots and lots of homeless people. The last stats I read indicated that there are approximately 10,000 people living either on the streets or in...

On: The Motorcycle, Part the Second

Earlier this week I wrote that I would be taking an introduction to motorcycle riding class. The class is now finished and despite my initial anxieties I have lived to report that I passed, which means that I’m now legal to threaten the streets of Washington...

On: The Motorcycle

I know it’s kinda wussy to admit, but I’m afraid of motorcycles. It’s unfortunate that admitting that makes me feel wussy—after all it seems very reasonable to me to be hesitant around any machine that can propel you over 100+mph down a piece of...

Thou Shalt Bruise His Heel

I took a bit of a tumble this weekend—no one’s fault but my own and the apex of a series of poor choices. It’s about the most Biblical injury I can imagine (actually that’s not true—I can imagine others but they involve thorns and nails and...

To Hunt a Naked Woman, or, How Ever Did You Find Me?

This blog is not a very popular corner of the internet. I have a steady readership of about four (4), and I’m just fine with that. Not all of us can—or want—to be The Pioneer Woman. Most people come to this site because they know me, but occasionally folks...