Cut Down
Scraped, bent, broken, skin peeled back. All limbs abandoned in the ditch. Some rolled there from where they fell in the spitting bits....
The Price of Eggs
I read "Broccoli and Desire" after I returned from Peace Corps. The second Edward Fischer work that found me after my third Guatemalan...
Carnage
It rained a lot these past couple weeks, and I mean a lot. It rained every day. It rained so much that my dog was constipated. It...
Sole Purpose
In my gym newsletter last month I read, “Change your shoes every six months.” Really? Six months? Sure I use them almost every day,...
Berries on the Fence Line
My dad thumped into the kitchen. Dry dishes clattered against their uneven piles as he emptied the dry bin. I continued watching the...
Gone Fishin' Part Two: Fishing Line
I stunk, but I wasn't that tired. I lamented the sports bra only a year old that I should probably burn. My shoulders were one round...
Gone Fishin'
I'm sad. I'm sad that my favorite trainer is leaving, the one that pushes me to both remember and find what my body and mind can do. ...
March is Spring in Wisconsin. . . And other assumptions
My withering jacket used to be part of my professional adult persona that functioned on too many assumptions to name. The corduroy...
