Today we’re cleaning up the house, getting it ready to show to prospective buyers. Our office has been purged of about six years’ worth of
The Dixon Highland Games are no more. The venue managers at Mayfair have raised the rates to prohibitive levels; several events, such as Lambtown, have
We had a meeting earlier this week explaining how it is that when we in our department underreport our billable hours, things suffer. Like our
We made an offer on the house that we fell in love with in Sacramento. We’ve spoken with our realtor and with a financial guy
I’ve been following, off and on, the issue with the vanishing bees. Colony Collapse Disorder is a pretty scary thing; while we don’t rely on
Release 2.0 (Mothra) of Daikaijuzine has just been published. Check it out at http://www.daikaijuzine.com!
I haven’t mentioned Dixon Downs in my blog for various reasons; mostly, it’s because I think I’m one of two people who live in Dixon
Stole this from my friend Satyrlovesong: We all have things about our friends that make us slightly envious. Not in a bad way, but in
Looks like Room 636, an anthology of "new takes on urban legends" and which reprints my short story "Who Remembers Molly" (previously published at The
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