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William in Nevada πŸ˜»πŸ’πŸ’ŒπŸ«πŸΉπŸ’πŸ·
@william-in-nv.bsky.social
Retired elementary schoolteacher and Episcopal priest. Loves cats, reading, cello, writing, and coffee! πŸ–‹οΈRecent fountain pen convert. Wait, did I mention the coffee? β˜•
I kind of like the name Verity. My grandmother's name was Gertrude. It's so pretty when pronounced in German: geh-Twu-dah.
February 11, 2026 at 12:57 AM
Of my three names, I don't go by any of them. The nice thing is, I always know if someone really knows me. If I get a call, they ask for Bill or Will, I know they don't really know me.
February 11, 2026 at 12:55 AM
Oh, girl! That is soooo working!
February 10, 2026 at 10:27 PM
Deleting is one of the more important parts of good writing. Well done!
February 10, 2026 at 10:20 PM
πŸ’” I'm so sorry. I get that. My mom has been gone for four years, and I still sometimes think, "Oh, I've got to call and tell her..." Then I catch myself.
February 10, 2026 at 10:19 PM
πŸ˜… All I remember is there was this dark garlicky tunnel and Grandma and Elvis were waiting for me at the other end.
February 10, 2026 at 10:17 PM
Once ordered a whole clove garlic pizza delivered to my apartment while working in Las Vegas. Tasted great, but after a couple slices, my innards started making strange sounds. Within an hour, I had to take it out to the dumpster because I couldn't breathe. It had created its own atmosphere!
February 10, 2026 at 10:12 PM
An important safety tip!
February 10, 2026 at 10:09 PM
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February 10, 2026 at 10:08 PM
Oh, I had to look up tatties.

Always liked the joke that from potatoes we get French fries (chips), chips (crisps), mashed potatoes, and vodka... It's like the other vegetables aren't even trying.
February 10, 2026 at 10:07 PM
Some food is for the body, some's for the soul.
February 10, 2026 at 10:05 PM
Garlic makes every dinner better! If it says, "1 clove," that usually means I put in two or three... or four.
February 10, 2026 at 10:04 PM
We make scones, but only the sweet kind, but not terribly sweet.

You're right, biscuits are a softer, moister scone. My orange and cranberry scones with orange drizzle icing are to die for!
February 10, 2026 at 10:03 PM
Oh... so you had to use the word biscuits for something?
February 10, 2026 at 10:00 PM
But pasta?! Not even sketti?!
February 10, 2026 at 9:59 PM
Oh, you're kidding! How sad! Of course, I live in a country where it appears our president lives on McDonalds, so why am I acting all surprised?
February 10, 2026 at 9:59 PM
Oh, that's right! Biscuits aren't the same. That would be an odd combination, especially the southern standard biscuits and gravy.

So, if our cookies are biscuits in the UK, what do you call what we call biscuits?
February 10, 2026 at 9:57 PM
I wonder sometimes how racists can be racist about people, but not their food. They don't just eat biscuits & gravy, but tacos, Chinese, curry, etc. What a boring world without different people and cultures!
February 10, 2026 at 9:54 PM
Hmm... possible title for my autobiography.
February 10, 2026 at 9:50 PM
Cooked chicken scallopini and vermouth with mushrooms, angel hair pasta side, and biscuits last night for my daughter.

Tonight, we're having premade frozen chicken potstickers. Can't do real cooking two nights in a row. And, I love potstickers!
February 10, 2026 at 9:50 PM
I still believe these words. This article next to these words made me cry. 😒
February 10, 2026 at 8:47 PM
As an Episcopal priest, I've just got to say, well played, Mrs. Bowers! Well played!
February 10, 2026 at 8:41 PM
Yeah... that old. But I exfoliate and moisturize, so I still look really good! πŸ˜€
February 10, 2026 at 8:37 PM
Absolutely captured what I felt: Joy and community. Not Hispanic, just an older white guy. Speak a bit of Spanish like everyone in the West, but couldn't understand most of the lyrics. Still, I wanted to dance with all those people! My Hispanic neighbors are the hardest working people I know.
February 10, 2026 at 8:31 PM
Oh, shoot! And now I'm doing my chores with the lumberjack song stuck in my head.
February 10, 2026 at 8:19 PM