SoCS: The Organ of it All

Organ. Hmmmmm… Linda G. Hill requests I use the word organ in my post. I wonder if she smelled Natasha’s chicken livers cooking the other night. I hate liver, an organ meat. I know this because I keep trying liver and it continues to taste disgusting. I will eat chicken hearts and gizzards, but liver? No. I’ll stick with my bacon and organic chicken eggs. In other news, I’m officially on vacation. I left the organization that delivers my paycheck atRead more

Looking Up

Natasha came into my bedroom on Saturday morning, while I was getting ready to meet a friend for breakfast. We started talking about the heat outside and the A/C inside and then Natasha looked up and saw something crawling across the ceiling. She thought it a spider, but it wasn’t, and never mind about that. Ziva was laying on the bed, per standard, and Natasha said to her… “Why aren’t you looking up?” The admonishment continued… “You should be lookingRead more

Little Green Men

A week ago Sunday, at church, I received a visual aid. Green army men! Score! Although the sermon related to the story of Ruth and focused on tiny victories of faith that lead to the “big win,” my mind immediately went to my brother and our childhood. Since there were no other siblings, we occupied our juvenile time together carving holes in snowbanks, climbing trees, drowning spiders, building forts out of furniture and cardboard boxes, etc. As my brother would have refused tea timeRead more