I’ll admit, I never had an imaginary friend. When my little sister was three, Disney’s Pocahontas came out, and suddenly John Smith was her new best (though very much invisible) friend. Once, she jumped out from under the table and shot me with a snorkle (yes, the thing you go swimming with) and shouted: ZAPP! […]
attack of the killer ducks . . . (an Easter story)
So I must admit that this week has been a bit crazy, and my posting schedule got messed up. For some reason, my prescheduled posts were not the most recent version, and I’m the process of completing them. So in efforts to make it up to all readers out there, I found some pictures and […]
if you found my textbook, please call…
So I was wandering around campus when I saw the following note: Ignore the big white splotch – I’m just covering the number Of course, I had to laugh at this. And being me, I had to add a note of my own:
Chersti Nieveen 