Diary of a turkey killer

Last year I decided to grow and slaughter my own Thanksgiving turkey. The six months I spent raising Harold were some of the best of my life -- and so were the hours I spent eating him.

By Novella Carpenter

Harold came to me in a box that peeped when I opened it. Just three nights earlier, acting on a tip from a fellow ( Read more... )

I logged on a few days ago from LJ and noticed that my last entry was in January! For a self proclaimed talker I surely haven't been saying much or writing much for that matter ( Read more... )

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So I have officially hit the quarter of a century mark! 25 years and I have finally struck an epiphany...no I haven'! There was no major fanfare nor was there a parade in my honor! I suppose the parade will have to wait for another milestone in my life. I guess this is the where I take life by the horns and set onto a straightened path. See, that' ( Read more... )

If the words "Children's Television Workshop" light up old neural centers in your brain, consider yourself in the right demographic for "Avenue Q," the diverting Tony-winning musical that lends a new twist to the familiar "Sesame Street" formula ( Read more... )

I want to know what in the hell the men in Houston are drinking! Seriously... This makes two dates in a row where at the end of the evening I find out that my date is in a relationship! No, it's not okay to date other men when you're in a supposed relationship ( Read more... )

I saw him again, or so I thought. For a moment I found myself lost gazing into familiar eyes. I caught myself drifting away. Slowly the pain began to grow and I couldn't understand any of it ( Read more... )

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Over the course of the last two months, the discontent I've been feeling with my life in general has grown. I feel completely and utterly worn down. If there was ever a time I wanted to jump off the proverbial ledge, now would be the time ( Read more... )