Rosemary lived alone in a crude shack at the end of a neighborless dirt road, on a tiny scrub acre of rocky soil. Each spring, she worked her meager garden, breaking up dry earth with her broken-handled hoe, leaving meandering furrows in uneven rows. Her apron pockets filled with dried seeds and kernels from last … Continue reading Uncultivated simplicity
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Non compos mentis
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ~ Ernest Hemingway We aren’t the typical family. We don’t share familial blood reaching back generations, but we do suffer from a shared madness. Our family curse, non compos mentis, brings us together to chew over our afflictions, to … Continue reading Non compos mentis
Blog storage
A long while back I took what for me was a huge leap in techno geekery… I started using Google Reader to keep track of all the blogs I like to follow. It was as if heaven opened up and the angels began to sing. No longer did I go one by one down my … Continue reading Blog storage
Telemarketer: West Africa calling
Each of my peeps have their own cell phone. Have had since each of our kids reached middle school age and became active in after-school activities. Most of my family and friends, and business contacts, call my cell phone if they need to reach me. Even my Luddite mother, who shuns the Internet but finally … Continue reading Telemarketer: West Africa calling
Today I shall behave…
Today I shall behave as if this is the day I will be remembered.” ~ Theodor Seuss Geisel If I had to describe my personality, I’d say I’m fairly introverted. I don’t typically go out of my way to be noticed, staying under the radar whenever possible. I’m not what I would consider memorable. That … Continue reading Today I shall behave…
How the cookie crumbles
"You have entered the winter of your life." After reading the fortune, I wadded it up inside the cellophane the cookie came wrapped in, tossing it on my abandoned plate. Reaching for another cookie, my dinner companion tried to retrieve the first slip of paper. “Wait, what did this one say?” He pulled back his … Continue reading How the cookie crumbles
Thin spiral notebook 