Legend of the Moon Ring
Switzerland has weather sniffers. Punxsutawney has Phil. Around here, we have the Old Timer up the road who has a cat name Mr. Sh*thead and hates everyone.
Midnight Snow
The snow falls softly
Believe
Christmas magic is silent. You don’t hear it… You feel it. You know it. You believe it.
Soul shine
When you can’t find the light
That got you through the cloudy days
When the stars ain’t shinin’ bright
You feel like you’ve lost you’re way
When the candlelight of home
Burns so very far away
Well, you got to let your soul shine
Dear Diary
Dear Diary: Quarantine Day 347. I think it’s Friday. Or maybe it’s Saturday… could be Tuesday. Just finished my 8,952nd load of laundry. Cloroxed all the groceries. I think I’ll go build a castle out of toilet paper rolls.
Psst… I haven’t worn real clothes in weeks
I was never one for fashion. My wardrobe consists of “good” jeans and t-shirts and “chore” jeans and t-shirts. Now, weeks into the quarantine, my everyday fashion routine has devolved into changing from my “nighttime” pajamas to my “daytime” pajamas and vice versa.
Postcards from Quarantine
The storm will pass…
Postcards from Quarantine
No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.
Postcards from Quarantine
We’ll laugh about the old days… and catch up on the new.
Postcards from Quarantine
A hero is an ordinary individual…
Postcards from Quarantine
A lesson for all of us… pass it on.
Hope floats
Many nights, I have been jolted awake by overwhelming anxiety. My brain is so muddled by daily news briefings, charts, graphs, dire predictions, and terrible news, that I find myself paralyzed by the unknown.
Amazing Grace
Through many dangers, toils and snares, We have already come, ‘Twas grace that brought us safe thus far, And grace will lead us home.
Lyme disease… the silent assassin
We’ve all heard it… Lyme Disease is the fastest growing vector disease in the United States. Most of you either know someone who has contracted it or may suffer from it yourself. It is a disease that does not discriminate. It is resilient. It is stealthy. It is mysterious. It is devastating.
Welcome to the “50’s Club”
Unlike many of my friends, I have never fretted over becoming a year older. I seamlessly transitioned from one year to the next without a bump in the birthday road. I aspired to the thought that age is just a number and nothing more, and so, my 50th birthday came and went without much vexation.…
The Farmers in the Dell 