Jackie looked, by all accounts, like a female Johnny Cash. Dark-haired, dressed always in black, face etched by nicotine and whiskey, she apparently made quite an impression. She was unconventional and wild in her youth, mellowing with age and kinder on the inside than many would have guessed from her appearance. At least this is … Continue reading Ghost threads.
When we moved into our now 108 year old house, I stood at the top of the basement stairs and said, in a kind but authoritative voice: "Ok, spiders, here's the deal. Don't mess with us, and we won't mess with you." I proceeded to explain (to the air, yes, I know) that I wouldn't … Continue reading The peaceable kingdom.