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  • Let’s Get Real . . . I Mean Really Real

    Let’s Get Real . . . I Mean Really Real

    Good Lord! Why do I stumble upon these things on social media? I really try to avoid it and, really, social media in general. But as soon as someone I care about posts a puppy pic, something charges in afterward. ‘You neeeed to see this! Here are your heroes!’ Oh, golly, images allegedly of archangels… Read more

  • Enlightenment

    Enlightenment

    I’ll pay for that, but how could I help it? Again, I am lame, gingerly taking steps to heal myself — or not taking steps as it were. I vowed before our arrival to resist the lure of the creek that’s actually a river or at least a large stream, and stay on the wraparound… Read more

  • Silence

    Silence

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  • Boaring in the Mountains

    Boaring in the Mountains

    I weave my fingers together, pressing both palms out in an attempt to crack my knuckles, that is, if they would actually crack. Still, it’s a good stretch. Let’s do this . . . How long since I’ve blogged? Don’t know; don’t care. I think I’ve been to the mountain home three times between writings… Read more

  • Herald the Ass

    Herald the Ass

    What a strange year this has been. We’re in a lovely neighborhood — a cluster of well-to-do-ish folks, nestled in the center of natives who have lived, worked, and poured (yes, poured, not pored) their lives out into this farmland for generations. In the move, I realized I needed new sheets. Gosh, silk sheets are… Read more

  • Beyond Belief

    Beyond Belief

    I at last have a smidgen of time to myself because the Steelers are losing mightily (take that, Aaron Rodgers) so the TV is turned off and the rest of my family is sorting through documents or taking a much-needed sauna. Thus, since grandson D4 is obsessed with all things creepy (my fault), I remembered… Read more