Category Archives: true stories
Making coffee, watching a thin stream of light from the belly button in the yurt reflect off of the stained French press.
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This morning found twins in the partially constructed barn. One was being licked diligently as she nosed the air towards a warm teet, the other was dead in the muck between Read the rest of this entry
We were on Bainbridge Island visiting the extended family of my sweetheart. We got there after dark, let ourselves in and found a frozen lasagna and a Murder She Wrote marathon.
In the morning the sun rose over a panorama of Seattle and far off mountains that seem covered in more snow then I have seen in several years.
I looked around the room we woke up in and Read the rest of this entry
I couldn’t understand why people weren’t excited for me. Read the rest of this entry
They came in buzzing. There were only 3 of them but it felt like a herd or more accurately, a swarm. Read the rest of this entry