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A Whole New World
Boys and girls, I am no longer in familiar country. I'm just in the country ( Read more... ) -
Pregnancy
As I research pregnancy and the effects of being pregnant for a short story I'm doing right now I've come to the horrible horrible realization ( Read more... ) -
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I am a traitor to my birth-right. In my fridge right now I have almond milk, rice milk, and coconut milk, but no cow milk.
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A perfect summer day
While Indiana’s having the hottest September it’s had in a long time, so hot that the crop fields are actually bursting into flames from sparks in the farm machinery, I’m thankful that in Wyoming as well this month has been both hot and dry. It’s given me an opportunity to have the summer I missed while living in San Francisco ( Read more... ) -
Two stories of the grass
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Don’t let that ole grass fool you, this here’s a desert. Even the grass mighta told you that, it being dead and tan and all. But you can really tell by sniffen the air. It don’t smell like much, I can tell you that, but all the same it dries you out and crackles you like that fancy stuff, crème brulé (post spoonen). You can drink and drink and ( Read more... ) -
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I love the unexpected reminders of home. The voice of an aquainance reporting on NPR. -
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I probably messed up this collage project I'm working on and thus negated many days of work. Poo. Being a visual artist on a regular basis must suck. Props to dragon_paws and her ilk for doing it. And thanks to her for being my "artist-on-call."
Okay, tomorrow I return to the world of writing. At least until I can get into town to get more supplies.
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Big Sky
The Wyoming sky baffles me. When I walked home a few days ago a faint but constant breze came out of the mountains. A few puffy clouds were in the sky. It was around then that I discovered my house has no east-facing windows for reasons that elude me. Thus, when I opened my north-south windows only a hint of air came in to greet me. This is ( Read more... ) -
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So here I am realizing: There are 168 hours in a week, and only 23 of those I will spend in the presence of other human beings ( Read more... ) -
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I have become an ADHD consumer of stories. This week I started three books and season three of True Blood. Mayhaps by the weekend at least one of them will be finished? (my bets on True Blood. Or Skulduggery. But probably True Blood)