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May 27, 2019

First of all, I realize we live in the mountains with God’s critters. Love catching sights of the deer, turkey, bear, coyotes, turtles. But then, there are the hogs! Razorback hogs!

As of three weeks ago, I now know how destructive feral hogs can be. They came out of th...

May 20, 2019

Just turned 75. All is not perfect, but near enough.

Doors close as you get older. With each new season, another door closes. I have no idea why I still want to open all those doors, but I do.

A few of us women, no matter how dressed-up or dressed-down we are, carry huge...

May 13, 2019

I’d tried other options. Then a nurse from my doctor’s office sent me for X-rays. We were guessing until then.

Sciatic nerve.

Confirmation. Yes! I was not imagining this pain which ran from my lower back, down my leg. I had a nerve needing a little extra help.

My thanks t...

May 6, 2019

My eyes shift from the thunderclouds and lightning to the ground where we have outlined flowerbeds with rocks.

Rocks.

I just need to be a rock. They get rained on, snowed on, peed on by dogs, and yet they stand tall and stay in place.

Sometimes the world spins backwards a...

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