Phil Hanrahan
@moneenhill.bsky.social
Floats like a cabbage butterfly. Author of Life After Favre. Book in progress set in the Burren, Ireland. Art, cows, limestone.
I could picture this six minutes before his name bubbled up.
December 11, 2025 at 10:50 PM
I could picture this six minutes before his name bubbled up.
Absolutely! Almost gave myself a quad pull yesterday when my foot lost traction.
I still remember (and recorded the moment in my Packers book) when I was jogging to Lambeau after ice and snow and slipped on the edge of a curb and landed on Oneida Street! This month, 2008.
I still remember (and recorded the moment in my Packers book) when I was jogging to Lambeau after ice and snow and slipped on the edge of a curb and landed on Oneida Street! This month, 2008.
December 3, 2025 at 6:33 PM
Absolutely! Almost gave myself a quad pull yesterday when my foot lost traction.
I still remember (and recorded the moment in my Packers book) when I was jogging to Lambeau after ice and snow and slipped on the edge of a curb and landed on Oneida Street! This month, 2008.
I still remember (and recorded the moment in my Packers book) when I was jogging to Lambeau after ice and snow and slipped on the edge of a curb and landed on Oneida Street! This month, 2008.
Maybe in the ballpark, these:
Creepshow
New York Stories
The Hours
Cloud Atlas
Creepshow
New York Stories
The Hours
Cloud Atlas
November 30, 2025 at 11:20 PM
Maybe in the ballpark, these:
Creepshow
New York Stories
The Hours
Cloud Atlas
Creepshow
New York Stories
The Hours
Cloud Atlas
Maureen Dowd’s dad grew up about 3 miles away. Coastal village called Fanore. Aran Islands just offshore. Where the path starts, in fact. Fanore.
November 23, 2025 at 2:46 PM
Maureen Dowd’s dad grew up about 3 miles away. Coastal village called Fanore. Aran Islands just offshore. Where the path starts, in fact. Fanore.
Mighta had some mighty oaks back in the Bronze Age day. Bit of brush ahead. I exited it with a tick on my arm. Begone!
November 23, 2025 at 5:36 AM
Mighta had some mighty oaks back in the Bronze Age day. Bit of brush ahead. I exited it with a tick on my arm. Begone!
I read a paragraph shared here this morning and my thoughts flew to Bulwer-Lytton Contest entries.
November 17, 2025 at 8:06 PM
I read a paragraph shared here this morning and my thoughts flew to Bulwer-Lytton Contest entries.