October traditionally seems to invite witches into the conversation. But rather than wade into the annual debate over costumes, candy,…
It was 99 degrees outside when I first lit my fire pit, because apparently my ability to make sensible decisions…
July is a great month for Poppy-style observations and contradictions, so here are a few to go along with the…
There is a very specific and underreported condition that occurs when your mate dies. And no one prepares you for…
Last month I voted on a very long ballot that appeared to be mostly judges. Knowing Texas recently added the…
I am terrible with years. Ask me what happened in 2013 and I’ll stare at you like you’ve asked for my…
February used to mean something different. Happy birthday, Abraham Lincoln—who told the truth even when it was wildly inconvenient, and…
Winter does something to me. Not in the magical Hallmark way where I suddenly rediscover the joy of peppermint cocoa…
Or… In Loving Memory of Frankincense the Squirrel It’s Christmas, and Poppy is feeling a bit Guidepost-y at the keyboard.…
Poppy is excited about seeing family this year because nothing says “holiday spirit” like undressing in public for the TSA.…