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That Time Twitter Saved My Life – Literally!

“Cesspool of Hate”? The other day my husband, Larry, said, “If Elon Musk doesn’t watch out, Twitter’s gonna become a cesspool of hate.” Larry’s a smart guy who actively follows the news, but here’s the thing: he does not use Twitter and is utterly clueless about it. I say this not to pick on him, but to offer him as a good example of a broad demographic. For people like Larry, who do not use Twitter, the news media paints a scary picture. Media Amplifies Negative Aspects But here’s the thing: Twitter is like a global party. And with any…

3 Commonly Misunderstood Cemetery Symbols

Part Two: Witch’s Tombs & Misunderstood Cemetery Symbols  Throughout the year, and especially as Halloween approaches, well-intentioned people forward me articles about alleged Witch’s Tombs that have no basis in fact. This is the second of two blog posts in which I explain why you should be suspicious of alleged Witch’s Tombs. Part One: In my previous post, I explained the problem with Witch’s Tombs, gave two examples, and explained how I think they are created. (Here’s a link to Part One.) Part Two: In this post (which you are currently reading) I describe the three cemetery symbols most commonly…

Witch’s Tombs are not what you think

Part One: Witch’s Tombs & Misunderstood Cemetery Symbols  Throughout the year, and especially as Halloween approaches, well-intentioned people forward me articles about alleged Witch’s Tombs that have no basis in fact. This is the first of two blog posts in which I explain why you should be suspicious of Witch’s Tombs. Part One: In this post (which you are currently reading) I explain the problem with Witch’s Tombs, offer two examples, and explain how I think they are created. Part Two: In this post, I describe the three cemetery symbols most commonly misconstrued as having ties to witchcraft and/or satanism.…

My D-Day Memory of Tom & A Missed Clarinet Cue

TL;DR – That time I met a guy who lost an eye during the D-Day Invasion of 1944 Years ago, I played clarinet in a community band. Players ranged in age from 18 to 88, and our ranks included doctors, dentists, roofers, reporters, accountants, painters, retired folks, and even me, a coffeehouse owner. It was fun to mix and mingle with people from such a wide range of ages and belief systems, and I made a lot of interesting friends in that community band, one of whom brought history to life for me in an unexpected way. It happened as…