At Least They're Committed

As soon as the poor little thing realized someone was near, it started to scream. Having arrived at 1 a.m. Saturday to the Park Home on the ranch, I didn’t head into the backyard until morning. That’s when a heard it. A high-pitched cry of distress. I followed it to a thick, plastic, 5-inch-wide pipe… Read more

Demographic versus psychographic. An intriguing comparison. I was thinking about that as the wool dryer balls stared up at me from the drum, once again unable to sneak away undetected from their cruelly imposed, trap o’ tumult. I often find them mixed into the sheets in attempt to sneak free and roll away and it… Read more

I can remember a time a couple decades ago when living to be 100 was a God-given blessing. Hurrah! You’ve been featured in the Daily Sentinel! And that family you can’t remember? They’re propping you up, sticking a paper crown on your head and plying you with soft cake to gum at! I’m not sure… Read more

Tiptoeing through the twisted, wind-felled branches toward the barnwood coop, I stop short. There’s a black mass laying in the backyard. Another dead rat? No, no, no! Not up for that this early — or ever to be honest — especially when it’s this dark. Gray and white, Max’s wagging tail disappears into the darkness.… Read more

The blessed ride home from work, phew. Who knew my feet could go downhill that quickly working on a cement floor? Sad. Oh, man, is that a dead deer on the side of 76? Ah, no, just a tarp. Maybe there’s a corpse inside. If so, whomever dumped it there wasn’t too bright — that… Read more

“The Eight of Swords has appeared today to urge you to take some time to stop thinking or at least slow your thought process. The swords surrounding the woman represent the thoughts that are keeping her trapped and blinded to the truth of her circumstances. If you feel like your mind is racing and you… Read more