She Works Hard When It’s Sunny

My dirty Huck Finn feet are outstretched and crossed over the top of each other as I take a break against the deck’s railing to write. My eyes lock-in and my mind creates boxes, and the to-be-fixed list grows. A deck board needs replacing; it caves and is nothing more than a sway-backed horse putContinue reading “She Works Hard When It’s Sunny”

Worry Warthog

I try to calm myself with it’s ok, and just breathe, but in this moment, my internal 12-year-old is running the show, sticking their tongue out with fingers in their ears while saying, “Not listening.” With a magnetic attraction of a mob to the word “fight,” my adrenaline kicks in. Then all at once, uninvitedContinue reading “Worry Warthog”