Meditations

Appalachian?

“They’re in the chesterdrawers” I said. “What?” Kyra asked. “They’re in the chesterdrawers” I said. “What in the world are...

Dispersed

I do stream of consciousness writing just about every weekday morning. I stumbled upon this entry from about a year...

A Better Soil

I grabbed my loppers. I cut at its branches. I cut. I cut. I cut. It was violent. There’s no...

The Day I Became Dr. Humphrey

As I pulled my creaking thirteen-year-old Ranger into the driveway, Kyra stepped onto the front porch holding a “Congratulations!” banner....

Deep Tissue Secrets

Secrets are sneaky. They get out. Others pull them out of you. Here’s how it happened to me. It was...

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