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Cookie's Bliss Walkaholic

Where Two Rivers Meet

Kersten is delighted by how quickly we arrive at the trailhead, and after two dashes back to the car—Kersten to shed her sweater and I to retrieve my hair tie—we launch our Thursday morning adventure.

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Closet of Anxieties Our Life Walkaholic

The Moncure Hum – chasing a phantom sound

At first, I only hear it when I get up to pee at night, and it seems to come from the exhaust vent.

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Cookie's Bliss Walkaholic

How a Few Trees Kept Me From Spinning Out of Control

When disaster strikes, we reach for the familiar — something sturdy like the trunk of a tree — and hold on.

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Community Cookie's Bliss Happiness Recurring Epiphanies Walkaholic

My Friend Carl

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 […]

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Cookie's Bliss The USA Walkaholic

The Nearby Hinterlands: remnant of the America Dream

The American Dream is alive and well just around the corner, a short walk from Trouts Farm.