Labor-Saving Devices
Dillon grips the wheelbarrow’s wooden handles and starts to wheel away. “Too fast” I tell him. He ignores me and...
Dillon grips the wheelbarrow’s wooden handles and starts to wheel away. “Too fast” I tell him. He ignores me and...
It’s hot. The ground is fissuring. It’s only 7 am and I’m already sweating. I twist the handle of the...
“They’re in the chesterdrawers” I said. “What?” Kyra asked. “They’re in the chesterdrawers” I said. “What in the world are...
I do stream of consciousness writing just about every weekday morning. I stumbled upon this entry from about a year...
I grabbed my loppers. I cut at its branches. I cut. I cut. I cut. It was violent. There’s no...
