Dear Pogue, So we’re on our travels again and what more appropriate than a postcard? I have a blog that I share with a pair of rogues called Chris and Polie, a wayward moose and verbal challenged polar bear (he can’t say some of his r’s so things are all wight) who is quite wise. … Continue reading On the road again
Pogue, Now I have a supply of postcards I thought I better use them so here, I just got my new phone case, and it’s making me smile. Also, after our last letter on road trips it just fitted. Synchronicity. Courtesy of Art by Ilana Let me introduce you to two friends of mine, Chris … Continue reading Making me smile
Dear Pogue, Daughter of mine, what a conversation. Isn’t it so strange that we can let our communications become tempered and modified by not wanting to offend another person or not wanting to upset? How easily we dilute our honesty because we fear that should another consume it undiluted it will be bitter and unpalatable. … Continue reading Daughter of mine.
Dear Pogue, People have been asking me where I live and, being the private, slightly secretive person that you know I am (and you love me for it...I hope) I have been avoiding the question. But, hey, what the heck. I am actually proud of where I live. It’s a great city. I think the … Continue reading Fuddy Duddy?
Dear Pogue, Let me tell you about a lady I am getting to like. Let me qualify that statement unless you get the wrong idea. Her name is Brooke Hampton and she appears in several paces on the web including her on web site, Barefoot Five. She's on Instagram but I came across her on … Continue reading Through the wardrobe.