The pictures on our bedroom wall each contain at least one memory—a captured spirit or ghost, if you will.
After the virus, people referred to pre-Covidian culture as “Life in the Time of Toilet Paper.” Seriously, back then, humans cut down trees to wipe their butts. The lungs of our planet! Homo Sapiens built enormous homes and blew up mountains for minerals to heat them with. They covered their food in plastic, and the […]
The air is soft and sweet, ringing with what all my life I thought were insects, but which Bob tells me after consulting the internets, are invisible frogs. I sit in my rocker on the back porch Astroturf, the wooden seat softened by a paisley thrift store cushion, bare feet resting on another cheap chair, […]
I thread the Outback between two posts and bring it to rest in the shade. I’m listening to NPR, a story about social media gone awry. Shelley’s black and white cat, Lucy, has reached the car by the time my feet touch the ground and is twitching her rear end at one of the tires. […]
January has been a real test. I’m settling into a new job and I won’t lie—the learning curve momentarily took my moxie away. A new operating system, new software, a new type of business, and a tiny keyboard had me wondering if there was something wrong with my brain. But I rallied and have recovered […]