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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 eyeball she can no longer… Read more
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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 a thick, plastic, 5-inch-wide pipe… Read more
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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 and roll away and it… Read more
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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 gum at! I’m not sure… Read more
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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 tail disappears into the darkness.… Read more