I’m related to Gene.

  I know I have mentioned it before, but I did the “DNA Thing” on two different sites. Ancestry, and 23 & Me. They both have their advantages, and at this point, I don’t really favor one over the other.

Piece of that Pie, Team.

We watched the NCAA Women’s Basketball Final on Sunday night. Don’t run away from reading this if you don’t like sports. It really isn’t about sports. It is about the intelligence of Elephants. Well. Not really. But please stay. Okay.

Once we go, we went.

  The other night, I wrote about losing people we love. About how much that can hurt sometimes. Earlier that night, Thursday night, I was out walking the dogs before bedtime. I happened to think about my cousin Jenny, who

Big Heads, Land Ho.

  Here’s the thing. I had planned on writing about The Three Bears today. The ones with that gal Goldilocks.  I was going to put the brakes on writing about history for a while. It seems that I’ve been looking

Now that’s a fine mess.

  It is funny how you miss certain people when they are gone. Not funny, ha-ha-funny. Funny, curious-funny. I’ve lost several people to death. People I loved and cared about. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends. But it wasn’t until my

My house thudded.

  There are so many mysteries in the world. Those things that happen, and you simply have no explanation for the reasoning behind it. If there is a reasoning. Last night, the house, MY house, was making the most horrendous