April 21, 2025
I’d only been potentially attracted before, which is a much easier situation to be in. But then, just as things were escalating in just the right way, the hotometer started ringing louder than it had ever rung before.
April 20, 2025
One late afternoon,
with crucifixion complete,
body taken down
for friends to collect;
Women washed, anointed, wrapped
him in a white cloth,
April 19, 2025
Sometimes I wished I had a little device implanted in me that told me whether or not the men I passed every day found me attractive. That would have saved me a lot of rejection and wasted time, you know?
April 18, 2025
Jerusalem lounged luminescent below me, sprawling vision glowing orange, red, and gold in a setting sun. Tranquil, peaceful, oblivious.
April 17, 2025
Welcome to our first full cast, feature-length audio drama! The true story of Jerrie Mock, the first woman to fly around the world.
Listen along as the full cast tells the story of Jerrie's great adventure around the world in 1964, claiming the title officially on April 17, after 29.5 days.
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.