The Evil Eye Sometimes I don't know which way to turn. I am lost and confused. That's because I've never been good at distinguishing right from wrong. I mean right from left. Like I said, I get confused. I recall standing in front of my preschool teacher at age five, being quizzed on which was … Continue reading The Evil Eye
Tramp Life I won't be posting next week, because I'll be living in a tent down by the river, with my husband, children, and the local insect population. The kids are really looking forward to it. So are the bugs. The current weather forecast shows rain every day. As a child, I loved camping and … Continue reading Tramp Life
Cancer Cure I didn't always plan on being a high school science teacher. Or a yoga teacher. Or a writer, or a mom, or whatever it is that I am. I planned on being a doctor. There was a time when that dream meant veterinarian, but gradually it shifted, to naturopathic doctor. That's basically like … Continue reading Cancer Cure
Saving Kittens Now I have you. Cute baby animals are a guaranteed attention grabber, especially if they're in danger. "Don't play with me," you say. "Are there really baby animals in danger?" No. Not in this blog post. But yes. Just ask the Animal Cops. I'm not allowed to pick TV shows in my household … Continue reading Saving Kittens
Thank you, Dollar Tree, for validating my lifelong ambivalence toward sports. Who knows what team plays what, when they play it, the equipment they use, or most obscure of all, the rules of the game? Not I - they're all "sports ball" to me, and I'm not afraid to admit it. What I am afraid … Continue reading Sports Ball
Tobacco Barns I was born in 1982, or as my seven-year-old calls it, the "nineteen hundred and eighties." No, you may not call it that. It wasn't that long ago. It was just the other day. It was "the eighties" - we can all agree to that, can't we? The eighties were the last decade … Continue reading Tobacco Barns
Super Power Cultivator Our neighbor gave my son a “Super Power Cultivator” for his fifth birthday. Here it is, in its Power-Concentrating Box: "How do I use it?" he asked. “Use your imagination,” she said. So, he speaks into it and tell it what superpowers he wants to gain. "I want to go faster," he … Continue reading Super Power Cultivator
Chick & Biscuit & Sean of the South What did you want to be when you grew up? A firefighter? A ballerina? President of the United States? Or maybe a rock star? A singer on the radio, in front of a crowd, belting out lyrics with everyone swooning – doesn’t that sound great?! Me, too. … Continue reading Chick & Biscuit & Sean of the South
Pollywiggle Pollywog I have a soft spot for amphibians, partly because they're so soft and vulnerable. Ask me my favorite animal, and I'll say "salamander." Unless I'm holding your Jello-boned cat; then he's my favorite. Or watching the blonde squirrel in my yard; then she's my favorite. But all the other times, it's salamanders. They're … Continue reading Pollywiggle pollywog
Gone Wild I like art. My husband says he did not know this about me, like it’s some nasty habit I’ve developed since we married almost ten years ago, or the harbinger of a mid-life crisis. But that’s not true. I've always liked art. In fact, a piece of art features in the story of … Continue reading Art Gone Wild
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