yellow feathers

If you’ve been following along on this blog for even the briefest snip of time, you know that my family and I have a table for three booked in Hell.…

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the gun store

I hate guns.  I hate the sight of them, the shape, the form, even water pistols, even chat icons of guns.  I hate the role they have played in this…

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gold star

I found a gold star on the bathroom floor. I picked it up. The Universe had just given me a gold star. It was probably for the difficult, bitter week…

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bitterness

I considered … what sort of picture would pair best with this post? A tongue sticking out? A withered facial expression? A diagram of the classic four food groups with…

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libertas

In running away, there is freedom. I performed a partial port of my previous blog and abandoned any trails of crumbs that would have led readers here. In part, this…

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an asshole is an asshole

I won’t say I don’t deserve this conundrum. After all, I was quite the asshole throughout today. I showed up at The Monk’s office without a mood chart and explained…

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