Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
This sign caught my eye as I walked by the Elementary School today: I laughed, thinking about all the parents and children who cross this zone with their meds tucked in their purses, briefcases and book bags. There should be a sign below this one that reads: EXCLUDES: Adderall, Arcalion, Concerta, Desyrel, Hydrocodone, Lamictal, Paxil, […]
With opposition to the war on Iraq growing daily, I think it is beyond time for an exit strategy. Who said this? – “Victory means exit strategy, and it’s important for the president to explain to us what the exit strategy is.” According to this article, Exit Strategy? Honor Our Troops – Bring Them Home, […]
I measure my life in check marks on my “To Do” list. I walked to the grocery store, I wrote in my journal, I chopped onions, I vacuumed. Sometimes I wonder – “Am I a human being, or a human doing?” I learned the art of staying busy years ago from Julia, a gentle and […]
Small talk is very big these days and I’d like to blame this on the US invasion of Iraq. Not that I don’t enjoy generalized conversation. I’m actually quite good at it – heck, I can talk about horses until the cows come home! But seriously, it’s tricky belonging to a country at war. War […]
My husband has made me an outlandishly wealthy woman by giving me the luxury of time – all day, all mine – to do with as I wish. Stand still long enough and you will see something wonderful. Today it was a flicker working its way up a telephone pole in the first sun of […]