Plastic Farm Animals
As the details around the insurrection settled into my chest like a bad cold, I realized it had shattered my belief that regardless of our political leanings, we were all Americans who held some things sacred.
Sound bytes are eating my brain. Make it stop!
At 66, I am at an odd nexus in my personal development: hyper-aware of my strengths and weaknesses and yet irrationally rebellious.
Because we live on a sunny piece of property only 35.57° north, we have access to homegrown food every day of the year.
Our many animal encounters of 2020 kept us from feeling too isolated in our year of social hibernation.