Act of volition, act of contrition
“Mommy, I accidentally hit Andrew on purpose.” Sobbing, sobbing.
The conflicted emotions of a rambunctious 3½-year-old.
Mission Elapsed Time: 20:00:21:06:42:40
I went back through this blog (and my Flickr account) on its 20th anniversary, retracing digital footprints made on what feels like a different planet. Here are some highlights.
The Terror Tourist
Explorations of place in horror fiction — real or imagined, geographical or psychological — culled from my time on The Heavy Leather Horror Show 2023-2026.
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The Ampcamper
How I hauled myself, two teens, an 80 lb dog, and a whole load of crap 4000+ miles across six states in twenty days using an electric vehicle. And survived to tell the tale.
