I am showing you this pleasing picture of interesting curled birchbark, to put your eyes at ease and spare you the disgusting visual details associated with this post.  You’re welcome. My first wart appeared when I was a teenager, probably caught at music camp in the showers.  It grew.  And…

Even though the whole entire family was out and about for three or four hours this afternoon purchasing school supplies and art supplies for home and visiting the thrift store (it went well, considering . . . ) a certain parent who is home from work for the next few…