In October of 2014 I went with my parents to an AMBA (Annual Multiphasic Blood Analysis) Wellness Event to take part in the yearly blood screening.  These clinics are held once per year, usually put on by...

“Seriously, are you making more pickles!?!”  That was the question asked this morning when A.D. saw the crock on the kitchen counter and the mason jars in a neat line. “I am not making more...

Ghouls are kind of sad.  Maybe I have too much empathy, but when you read about them in the Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath, they seem nearly kindly and pitiful.  They are at the bottom of the food chain...

The discussion this week from Love Art, Happy Life is on being an artist and having confidence in yourself as an artist.  I feel like this is applicable to much more than art though, but since this has turned...

Sunday saw the first half of this adventure with a walking tour of the Alley Art Project and the Rockwell Museum of Western Art, but today we finish up with how we killed time walking Market Street before...

Thoreau noted that, ‘the language of friendship is not words, but meanings’. This is a frustrating quote for me to think about, as I am not a great friend in many ways: I don’t remember...

As promised from A.D.’s Birthday Dinner, here is the recipe for the Grilled Buttermilk Chicken.  As you can tell from the photo of the completed chicken, it went quick! This recipe was originally found...

The procrastination is over, for the moment, and I have finally created another piece for the NAJ.  This weeks entry is Shub -Niggurath, the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young.  How’s that for...