April 15, 2025
Being a global nomad and spending most of my life outdoors in Africa, I’ve seen and experienced things people wouldn’t believe.
April 14, 2025
Despite being an old dog, he never seemed to tire of the winter. The more snow, the better. Bobalou’s celebration of each inaugural snowfall taught me to welcome the winter, to appreciate it as a season of renewal, to breathe in that cold, familiar midwestern chill as if it were a regenerative elixir.
April 13, 2025
I am not an artist. I am creative. As the saying goes, I couldn’t draw a stick figure if you paid me. Well, maybe that is an exaggeration, but you get the picture. I started going to group virtual painting classes and liked them. Then I got into the virtual painting classes you join in on from the comfort of your home. This lit a fire in me. It is something to do – a meditative, peaceful learning experience.
April 12, 2025
Combine the ground beef with the soup.
Use the bowl – the one she got from her grandmother.
Cut up the onion. Don’t worry. You have no tears left.
April 11, 2025
I’ve unplugged from dark matter…every breath is a protest thing…I still care about people. Trying to fall asleep, I wonder about the sincerity of those who wear their spots on their clothes and not their skins.
April 10, 2025
The guy from choir really didn’t get it. I’d lived in Chicago before – I knew the murder rate per capita was higher in Tallahassee anyway. And wearing boots? What did that have to do with Nashville? I don’t wear boots now. My location wasn’t going to change that. And I sure as hell wasn’t ever going to carry a Rebel flag.
April 9, 2025
I had accused her of misogyny – only ‘respecting’ me when I’ve been in relationships with men she approved of, as if this gave me personhood. She denied it, of course, but throughout my adult life, I’d seen the pattern. She only seemed to think of me as a “real” adult when I had a man. She wasn’t the only one to treat me this way.
April 9, 2025
Crystal pearly waves kiss my feet.
Some pebbles roll on the sandy beach,
some move away in watery waves.
April 8, 2025
Mark’s first-person style writing connects us with the individual life stories while gently reminding us of our humanitarian responsibilities
April 7, 2025
“It is more important.” The pangolin collected an energy heart. “You think the stuff we do here is important? Making copies and babysitting salespeople. Sometimes I just wanna shriek it’s only furniture!”
April 6, 2025
Remember our family’s rusty, old sickle we played with as kids? I sold it today for a whopping 100 pounds! I think this qualifies as my best con ever.
April 5, 2025
The author tossed well-crafted twists that awakened me from complacency for the characters and set them to spinning out of control, recapturing my vigilance.