It is a strange and startling thing, carrying your wired Jack Russell outside on a 3 a.m. bathroom run, scanning the yard with a flashlight, and being dive-bombed from beyond the arc of light by a dying cicada that comes screaming out of the sky. I shared that snippet of wee-hours weirdness on Facebook a …
I had not planned to post anything again quite so soon. Life. What happens when. You know. Like John Lennon said. The losses are just part of it. We try to forget this as often, and for as long, as we possibly can. My daughter, Taylor, and her great, kind heart rescued a tiny, woefully …
Been mulling over nixing your subscription to this blog far a while now, but were still kinda on the fence? This should seal the deal for ya! With outside temps finally dropping off a bit here in the swamp-ass South, I found myself unable to drum up any valid excuse to prevent me taking my …