Vesuvius At Home

Until I was nearly eleven, I was sent to St. John's Lutheran church and school in Denver. The sanctuary had a high vaulted ceiling speck...

As a teenager, I spent most of my time driving all over Denver with my three best friends, in one old Honda or another, seeing movies and ea...

There are two blogs I read, uh, faithfully. If you will. One is by a woman who is devout and identifies strongly with her religion. The othe...

It had been a quiet week in Longmont , warm and sunny, when the family V got into the mini-van, and drove to Ft. Collins, where it was cold ...

Oh boy. Now are you expecting salacious revelations and catty remarks? Listen, if we're going to talk about getting toasted, the truth i...

Our camera committed suicide like it does every year around Christmas. RIP cheap canon deal that never took pictures as well as I hoped you ...

Dear Readers, I am sorry. I had a massive writer failure. I was aiming for a tone of 'too much to do!' and 'need a breather!...

Vesuvius is looking forward to Sunday night, about 10 pm, when I can pry the goblin's Halloween buckets from their exhausted sticky clut...