Thanks...for nothing?

There's many things I'm thankful for this year, including small discoveries in character. But don't let a louse spoil your parade - remember those who are your friends and forget those foes.

Ahh, we meet again.

It's been over a year since I was in Baltimore. And yet somehow I forgot it was time to return, thinking next week I would trek the almost nine hour drive to Charm City. Always eager to migrate, yet dates escape me but time won't. I must pack, and more than clean underwear.

Thanks, but No Thanks for Your Support

Sometimes you wake up with crummy ideas. Today I woke up with someone else's crummy suggestion.

We are Weak but He is Strong

Reminding myself of my fragility and need to stop, reflect, refocus and thank.

Yes Virginia, There is a Liger (with claws)

I've got fabulous stories to share from my extended carnie tour, including a bit on couch surfing, but first things first.

Being a carnie has it's perks, but there can be none better than chatting up a wild cat handler for a glimpse of the liger.

Ligers are real! It's not just some Napolean Dynamite doodle as I once imagined. But wait, there's more...I got to FEED a liger. Seriously. It involved meat on a stick and not my flesh, thankfully. And it was totally magic.