When disaster strikes, we reach for the familiar — something sturdy like the trunk of a tree — and hold on.
Category: Cookie’s Bliss
I wrote this post in 2016 and Sheri McGregor put it in an anthology, a kind of “Chicken Soup for the Soul” for nature freaks. The essay would belong to Sowing Creek Press for a year following publication after which I could do anything I wanted with it, such as post it here on Plastic […]
They say you never miss the water ’till the well runs dry.
I don’t know if I would have survived the existential threats to our health care system and our democracy without someplace to jot down my fears and observations.
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The Morning After
Sometimes you just have to reach for that box of shiny new colors.