Mom had perfect fingernails. In the pic above we’re comparing the paint job to the color of the marble in a Roman palace we visited when she was 72. Her nails were better. Always. No matter what was happening around
Let’s start where the last post left off… That was June, I’d been to the U.S. and back — twice in two months — and I needed my zombie time. But we’ll skip forward a bit, as zombie time is
I keep leaving Tunis – work trips, trips to see family, fun trips… Yesterday I left at noon-ish, arriving eighteen hours later in Atlanta. I’m excited to check out Atlanta, and see the Coca Coca World gift shop, but after
Never thought you’d hear me quoting Reagan, did you? I’m full of surprises. But tearing down walls is not, prima facie, a bad thing. Today we have a guest post from my dad, Gene M. Culver, currently of St. Peters,
This is a short blog post on the shortest period of expectant exuberance I’ve ever experienced. Y’all know I’m looking for a wider audience for my novel, Spy Act. I’ve sent it to various agents and contests and had some
What a lovely ville is Oxford! Impossible not to like the people, particularly this crew who invited me to their team on Pub Quiz night at the The Old Bookbinder’s Ale House : (Team, I did the best I could with