Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
I have read more about Katrina than I usually do news stories. It fascinates me. The tragedy has spurred some wonderful writing, among them this from the New York Times: That a corpse lies on Union Street may not shock; in the wake of last week’s hurricane, there are surely hundreds, probably thousands. What is […]
Bob had the inner tube from his front bike tire in the kitchen sink, looking for more holes when I was reminded of an idea I had years ago. He had just patched 4 tire punctures after riding the bike only 10 feet across a patch of weeds. As he made plans to re-tire our […]
I am beginning to realize that I have nothing to worry about. Is a tsunami going to take me out while I sleep? Not Likely. Will a scorpion drop from the ceiling and sting me? Probably not. Do I have enough water to cook and bathe with today? Most likely. In the absence of valid […]
Wouldn’t you know it, we are now sitting in the middle of America the Beautiful, in lawn chairs on the deck behind our rented space, interpreting fluffy white cloud shapes in a deep blue sky. Seriously, you can see God smiling down from heaven in silky rays of light upon the purple mountains. And I […]
I don’t mind admitting that our recent move to Anytown, USA has me spooked. I woke to solid proof the other morning when I realized I had just dreamed about corpses two nights in a row. In both dreams, I was circumstantially forced to look at the unburied dead. Although I did everything I could […]