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Chicken Shit
How the hell did they get out? Thankfully I noticed them coursing through the deep gray dawn before I let loose of Max. I’m confident I closed the gate last night, but it was already dark so I must have failed to fully secure the latch. No racoons were nearby,…
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Piqued by Paranormal
Perhaps I no longer see them because I have willed them away. I’ve learned to create a bubble of brilliant energy that surrounds me, a forcefield of light that keeps all that is good close to me and all else . . . out. When I was a little girl,…
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Sticking with the Werewolf
Well, hmmm, he still works . . . and at night you can’t see the wooden post sticking out from behind his head. I don’t think so, anyway. My mom is heartsick. Her sister is in the late stages of dementia, one of her friends requires routine shots into an…
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Disappearing Downward (Prairie) Dog
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…
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The Joys of Being Psycho
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…
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Dog Shit and the Sandwich Generation
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…
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Evolution
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…
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Pieces
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…
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A Shift in Focus
“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…
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Foxes and weasels and bears, oh shit!
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 —…
At Least They're Committed 