In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
"The Hobbit," by J.R.R. Tolkien
Who I am in the most basic and general terms, including information like what I'm interested in and who I live with.
An obituary for my grandfather, owner of BioMolecular Products, Inc. and inventor of Lym-X-Sorb ™, written by my mother.
A chronological log of books I've read, started in May 2006.
This letter explains both what I believe and why I chose to be a member of Third Haven Monthly Meeting.