At Least They're Committed

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

Sometimes it’s enough, heavens, more than enough being somewhere that you simply get to listen. Who’d have thunk the gal who rolled her eyes at cranky-ass old people (seriously, rich people still make me ill) a couple of decades ago would so appreciate the elders and their stories now — and those of all the Read more

Getting up, plopping down in my home office, working, exercising, feeding the chickens, cleaning, showering, dealing with everyone’s personal shit, making dinner, watching a movie because there’s nothing else to do during this godforsaken winter. . . . Is it time for bed yet? Thus is my life. Since we’ve stopped drinking alcohol during the Read more