There were ducklings waiting for me when I arrived the other morning at the office where I was beginning my work day. They were in a box stacked atop the morning’s delivered mail. This is not an infrequent event out here in the woods. Usually it’s chicks that come through, but occasionally it is ducklings, sometimes...

The Laughing Heart your life is your life don't let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can't beat death but you can beat...

It’s gray out today, slightly humid, but thankfully this has been a cooler week than the last. I am not a fan of heat, the sticky kind especially. Unfortunately I live in a world where it’s only going to keep getting hotter, because capitalism, so that’s fun. Fun for all of us, of course, not just me, but ya know....

I've been taking a break from most things creative while I've been doing a lot of reading (those library books aren't going to read themselves, except for the books on tape ones), but I did buckle down and do a little art work the past few weeks. Since I haven't posted any of them to the blog in a while, I figured...

Nearly the only time the phone rings at the post office is when someone is calling to complain. When that happens, I do my best to listen and try to solve their problem. Unless you call and are an asshole. Insulting me (for problems I didn’t cause) or yelling at me (because you’re a baby) means that I’m far less...

Dear Viola: It’s hot here today, in the mid-eighties, and sticky. Not the California Valley sticky of my youth, where it hurts to breathe and your head feels as though it is stuffed with wet cotton, but sticky like wearing a cocoon of plastic wrap. I pulled another tick off the back of my neck this morning, so...

… this is just to say that your post, A Rebellious Brain really struck a chord with me, and I am really familiar with that undermining brain process with regard to writing. Oh my, yes. (Also, you who are reading this who aren’t Explicating Elle… why aren’t you over at her blog reading it right this minute?) (Go on.)...

Yesterday, I started messaging some old friends I hadn’t spoken with in literal ages. One of them, it’s been about a decade since we last connected. One I haven’t seen in person in over two decades. None of us had any falling out or anything between us. Life just got in the way, and we all went different places and...

Back in the day, I used to throw up in my mouth a little bit whenever I heard someone use the word “selfie.” It was just so childishly cutesie, so full of frosting and sugar and sparkles, a trying-too-hard combination of My Little Pony meets “I’m gonna be an influencer when I grow up” that really just made my teeth...

I fear we may have lost a chicken from our flock yesterday, although there is no gore or collection of feathers to indicate a murder has taken place. Evidence is not always left behind after a crime, however. She is a sweet bird, gentle and timid, and likes to remain in the chicken run and away from the other birds...

It’s beginning to feel like summer here in Stephen King Country. The air is growing muggy and hot, the black flies and noseeums are beginning to bite and try to crawl into your eyes and nose whenever you go outside, and the summer people are back in town, bringing with them their poor driving habits and lack of...

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