Bitsy at one with being the windshield; eschews being the bug
Gunnar Olafsson I believe it was the great Mary Chapin Carpenter who once sang “sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.” These days, I am, of course, a windshield. Which is…
Bitsy McMurtry, wealthy widow
Bitsy’s Mission to Restore Order in the Valley
Jenny Page I step outside the Riverside, and the pending winter greets me. The sun is down and the wind is gusting off the river. These walks do me good. I love…
Aligning of the Orbits: Shirley & Bitsy Unite
Ice on the Chickotee, ice in my glass …. Wasn’t that a song? Well, it should be. The icy chunks line the banks of our lifeblood, of the vein of…
An Unholy Alliance? On a Holy Night, No Less
The streets are full and no Cassie, no Shirley, no Trish, no Mercury, no Lindy, and no Mr. Carson Sigmund. I am freezing. Everyone is caroling. I can see the…
Bitsy’s Book Club Return
I know, it’s not in keeping with my, well, status, but I find being amongst the people, the working people, is very healthy for me. It’s why a good game…
Itsy Bitsy is Tipsy & *Ritzy: Mrs. McMurtry Re-emerges to Run the Show
* ritzy (adj.): luxurious or fashionable; being in a position of prominence or control; impressively or ostentatiously fancy or stylish Yes, that! Bless me, dear reader, for it has been…