Lughnasa Waxing Honey Extraction Moon My representative. Michele, my belle, Bachmann. Even the very low tide of American political consciousness that washes up on our civic beach heads these days has the collective will to turn back Michele. My instincts … Continue reading
Mid-Summer Waning Honey Flow Moon It doesn’t fit very well with other parts of my life, but I’m a big fan of the supernatural, maybe a hold-over from my orthodox religious days. Don’t know. Sookie Stackhouse, a telepathic waitress in … Continue reading
Gosh, gee whiz. What can you say? Michele opens her mouth and engages Rush Limbaugh’s brain. Our gerrymandered district has kept her in office. The new districts can’t come soon enough for me. “Bachmann urges “armed” revolt over climate plan … Continue reading