Bis-grav Cookies®/Southern Mornin’ Formal Meal deLites® — The Biscuit and Gravy Cookie

It’s Girl Scout Cookie Season.

Suggestions for new cookies are welcome, but the national Girl Scout organization can make no promise to use them.

That’s unfortunate because I have an idea for a biscuit and gravy-flavored cookie that I am sure would break all sorts of cookie selling records. Once you bite into my buttermilky/flaky cookie, a sweet sausage gravy-like liquid bursts from the center and dribbles down your front. My biscuit and gravy cookies will also have a dual name and be called Bis-grav Cookies®/Southern Mornin’ Formal Meal deLites®.

What is your favorite Girl Scout Cookie®


Tens of thousands of people came to the Women’s March on Denver on Jan. 21, 2017. It was such an amazing, positive and great experience with happiness everywhere as people rallied in solidarity for human rights.

Women's March on Denver

Women’s March on Denver

Acting is Giving

I am returning to the stage in October 2017.

Acting is fun. It allows me to keep busy and out of gangs. It allows me to push my troubles aside and “be” someone else, albeit for a short amount of time. It allows me to wear multiple masks and take risks I might not necessarily take in real life. It allows me to give something to the community, because when one really looks at it, acting is a gift from the performer to the audience. It’s live entertainment. It is good and it takes guts.

I can’t confirm or deny I hear whispers on the streets of town like: “That’s Russ Dale” or “I have seen him somewhere before.” Men and women chased me after the shows. It was flatteringly disturbing and a good workout; hiding in dark corners and climbing fences and trees and hiding in sewers to escape the pawing.

I miss the theatre.

I miss the theatre.

I miss the drug, the precious drug rush of adrenaline mixed with pride accomplishment as the roar of the crowd applauded a performance well done. I miss the camaraderie formed between cast and crew. I miss performing for the masses, doing my small part in artful art, something magical and entertaining. I miss the hotel room keys, lingerie, pie and thorny flowers showered upon me during curtain calls! I miss the coy ladies accosting me in the parking lot as I journeyed to my vehicle after the show, just to praise my performance with a light kiss on the cheek and a hint of leg peep as they lifted their skirts slyly! Oh what a night! Good times!



The craft is my ally. I can learn lines; embroil myself in deep script study. I’ve learned complicated blocking. I am no stranger to stage geography. I can deal in props and costumes. I know my beats! I’m hot for characterization! I’m hotter for tech dress! Yes, I know the wacky theatre lingo! Hip, hip Huzzah!!

My first story circa 1986


Presented in its original typed state. It was typed in the back of Mr. Regas’ fifth grade classroom during free time.

The ten million dollar adventure

Once I was diging in my backyard for rocks. It took me five min. to hit clay. Then I hit some thing. I broke throught. There was a tunnel. On the tunnel wall was a calender it was the year 3067. As soon as I saw that I called Tony B. and Scott S. and I said “come over I found a tunnel in my backyard.” So they did. Tony, Scott and I went in we walked and walked until we hit a light we almost went in but all of us said at the same time “Raiders of the Lost Ark” so we threw a rock in and some arrows flew out. We went around the light. Next we came to a X lucky we had a shovel. Tony dug and dug and dug until he hit a statue we brushed it off it was a pig. Then we said at the same time “Romancing the Stone”. We broke it. It was a pink and blue stone worth over ten million dollars. Now getting out was the big trick. We got lost. First we went into a tunnel that had a lot of snakes we went throught. Then we saw a bright light, it was so bright we could not look at it. The next tunnel had a 20 foot dimand that was worth a lot so we got it. We saw some light it was the hole. So we had to go out of the tunnel. We covered it up. But now we are not the same, ever since we went in we started to get older by the day. So we had to go back to cure us. The return of the adults. But their was only one cure, that was a healing stone in the room of no return. But we had to make plans to go in. “We don’t know where the room is” Tony said. We went in, we looked in tons of rooms. Finally we came to the room of no return. Tony forgot about some traps he walked throught the door and a lazer shoot out and hit his neck and made a huge hole “he is dead” Scott said. I said “I know.” We did not get close to the lazer anymore. Scott and I got the stone. As soon as we got it we were kids again we were cured. “not so much for Tony” Scott said. We got Tony’s body to tell his parents. We looked at Tony’s neck it glowed the stone healed Tony’s neck! Tony said “what happened!” Now he is fine and we are still kids. We never went back. Now we are rich.

The End




Breakfast was the most important meal of the day and Russ was primed for all-out breakfasty goodness. The glory of the spread breakfast buffet caused his eyes to gleam and his mouth to water. All sorts of delicious smells assaulted him. It was a grandiose buffet of meal that stretched forever! How lucky he was to come upon a heap of banquet so Kingly!

Russ anticipated filling his belly with an assortment of smartly made, perfectly spiced foodie stuffs. And nothing would stop him.

Breakfast buffets were his favorite and steaming biscuits and gravy was the most desired breakfast fare his taste buds did crave. He was also a succulent meat loving person. The foggy corner of the massive oak table rested the meats, presented finely, gourmet. Mountains of meats. A stack of meat that would make any vegetarian cringe. A stack of meat that would make a butcher blush. There was sliced tender ham, pepper seasoned and maple-cured bacons, Canadian-style back bacon and maple ham sausage.

He was surrounded on all sides by buffet righteousness! It all looked so good! It was his for the taking! Left and right, up and down, above and below; the breakfast was a Siren calling to him in sweet chorus.

All you can eat biscuits and gravy, sausages, crispy bacon, English muffins, griddlecakes with luke-warm maple syrup, strong black coffee, a hearty assortment of muffins, corned beef hash, thick slices of glazed ham, buttery wheat toast, fruity crepes, Huevos Rancheros, spinach pancakes, crunchy hash brown potatoes, hot cinnamon rolls with creamy, gooey melted frosting and real butter, scrambled eggs, giant glasses of ice-cold orange, tomato, cranberry apple or grape juice, doughnuts, fresh milk, potato pancakes, jams, jellies, lard cakes, waffles, pita, oatmeal, cereals, bagels w/ an assortment of cream cheese flavors, yogurts, poached eggs, hardboiled eggs, mixed fresh fruit with strawberries, granola, breakfast burritos with spicy green chili and cheese, smoked salmon, hot cocoa, scones, turkey sausage links and patties, seafood quiches, French toasts, danishes and bread pudding.

On his substantial plate rested a bib and wet wipes to wipe the gristle and grease from his chin. He would most definitely have to add some orange marmalade to his syrup!