Pushing On Anyway
I’m adjusting to fall just fine, well, except for the 14 chickens that became thirteen, with one rooster. The all-female batch I’d entrusted to Tractor Supply was for naught. A mean rooster is a chicken keeper’s worst nightmare. The unprovoked attacks take a peaceful homestead to a hypervigilant one in a snap. My body still remembers a now-dead…
The Seeds We Save
The blur of words, whether reading a book, an app on my phone, or while typing this post, is a step past noticeable. The crutches, aka readers, first bought as a potential every-so-often accessory, are increasingly a necessary intervention. I’m in denial. The fluke that my eyesight is degrading over the past year is not actually real. And…
Things They Slow
Who’s the big girl who fixed and updated her website? Pick me, pick me, pick me! With AI’s help, I took one, or is it two hundred, steps to turn plugins on and off, rename files at GoDaddy, and enable and disable Safe Mode. In the middle, after a sequence of offs and ons, my mind had retreated…
Coming Back Down
I write to bring myself down. From up the wall. I coax the hundreds of mini wiggling fingers playing pianos on my chest to calm. Counseling got me all riled up, in a good way. My car of a body gets revved up for a variety of reasons, like when we stumble on an insight or when the…
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