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  • Whipped

    Whipped

    “All are welcome, all are welcome!” I say that line from Poltergeist as I look out my office window at the birds that peck at the pretty white feeder I bought this time last year at the chicken store where I worked. (Run on No. 1!) I loved that place. My feet didn’t, unfortunately. Mom… Read more

  • Jolly

    Jolly

    Trapped! I tell you! Barricaded in a London Hilton with no means of escape without threat! Not by any humans or nefarious beasts, mind you, rather by the brutality of the rain. Which you jolly well know I love. So, yeah, joking. In fact, I hope to run into nefarious beasts — in the way… Read more

  • Cyclical

    Cyclical

    It’s a good thing that it’s only the mental scars that carry over from one generation to the next, otherwise we’d all be wildly unappealing in appearance. Yet, if the external ugliness did carry over, I wonder if we would then better accept it and find beauty in each other anyway? ♪♪♪ Ohhh, life, it’s… Read more

  • In Defense of Flies

    In Defense of Flies

    It whirls its way back just far enough to pick up momentum and throw itself against the window . . . again . . . futilely smashing it’s black body into the pane. I’ll need to kill it, I know. Or maybe I’ll just try to guide it to the door and send it flying… Read more

  • Dogs Thwarting Death

    Dogs Thwarting Death

    My shin has nearly stopped itching . . . and after only four weeks. It’s not the Edenpure‘s fault. I love that thing and it kept my dad warm when his circulation had slowed. No, it’s my fault for leaving it in the sunroom, in the path to the back door, and jaunting out there… Read more

  • Curiously Pensive

    Curiously Pensive

    Perhaps the finality of our earthly existence is not how many heartbeats or how many breaths we take, and not even the moments that take our breath away. Rather its how our brain and our heart are married to each moment. Perhaps life — how we lived, when we get to go home — is… Read more