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 just finished boxing up all of our horse stuff. A good friend was kind enough to take responsibility for distributing it to the less fortunate students in her riding barn. Four boxes, a saddle, rack and whip doesn’t seem like much but we have been thinning it down for years.
In the wake of last week’s presidential election, the tension is palpable on the highways and in the letters to the editor. We were rear-ended while sitting at a stop sign yesterday. There seem to be more sirens and barking dogs than usual. Our social structure is beginning to unravel. Chaos cannot be too far […]
If the shoe fits – wear it For six years we have been driving and walking on the industrialized soil of the greatest country in the world. For six years we felt as if we had a small pebble in our shoe. Or perhaps they didn’t fit right. We tried to ignore it. We tried […]
There is nothing funny about what is happening to my country. My father believes we are headed down the same road as Nazi Germany did only 70 years ago. I see it, too. It breaks my heart to believe that roughly half the people I encounter each day believe that might makes right, that outright […]
“The kindest word in the world is the unkind word, unsaid.” – Source Unkown