I am not a morning person. I’ve never been a morning person. At this point in my life I think it’s safe to assume I will never be a morning person. Conceptually I am okay with morning, I’d just prefer it to come later in the…


Your Friendly Neighborhood Assassin Bug
“Hey, come look at this.” “I’m getting ready to jump in the shower. Can’t it wait?” “No, you need to see this now.” Run downstairs. “What’s up?” “There’s a tiny baby assassin bug in the bathroom.” “You called me downstairs to see an assassin bug.” “Yes.”…
Drawing Support
A good friend of mine – Bob LeDrew – is doing a bike ride from Toronto to Niagara Falls to raise money for cancer research and support programs. Among other things (writer, communicator, teacher, Stephen King fan), he is a cyclist, and a musician. And quite…
What happens in Vintage Vegas…
What happens in Vintage Vegas benefits the Howard County Public Library System – sounds like a win to me! Thank you to everyone who made this year’s Evening in the Stacks: Vintage Vegas such an enormous success! I’m a big fan of any literary gala that…
Supporting Local Libraries, One Drink At A Time
“Mickey, why are you a Celebrity Bartender again? It’s not like you are a celebrity and you sure aren’t a bartender. I’ve seen you at the fountain soda machine and, frankly? It’s not pretty.” Great question. The first year, I was convinced they accidentally invited the…
Pandora’s Rings
I’m really struggling with the Olympic games this time around. One issue is more political than cultural (the questionably timed legislation aimed at people who identify as LGBTQ in Russia), the other has to do with a situation that could have been avoided in the lead-up to…
Vintage 50s Hair-Don’ts
Sometimes, you’re working from home and you take a short break and you think, “Self, I could totally test-drive that super intricate pin-curl video tutorial for the 50s glam hairdo for Evening in the Stacks: Vintage Vegas. You know, the one with bobby pins and hair gel….
Trick or Moo
There is no part of our front porch that isn’t awkward. It was clearly designed by someone who never personally used a front porch, possibly a space alien or a baby manatee. When the doorbell rings, opening the storm door to speak with the person on…