by Bonnie Jae Dane | Oct 28, 2023 | Imperfect Peace
I grew up on the bend of Dismal Creek, an Appalachian holler that offers nothing to brag about, except I probably know a thing or two about living a solitary life surrounded by trees and wildflowers. Nature sustained me, nature nourished me, and above all nature...
by Bonnie Jae Dane | Oct 17, 2023 | Imperfect Peace
I work hard at trying to turn my mind into a useful tool instead of the annoying nuisance it tends to be. It distorts reality and often fills me with dread. Sometimes, I call Betty June and ask her if we can meet for coffee and discuss my wayward thoughts. She’s an...
by Bonnie Jae Dane | Oct 9, 2023 | Imperfect Peace
Betty June laughs at me when we set off for a walk along a dirt path not a mile long. I’m busy stuffing a collapsible walking stick, pain pills, Band Aids, and a water bottle in my knapsack. She laughs like a female contralto with a voice so dark it sounds like a man...
by Bonnie Jae Dane | Oct 4, 2023 | Imperfect Peace
The laziness of a rainy day allows me to sink into a malaise and enjoy every complaint that’s been lingering in the corners of my mind since the last ‘weather event’. Mostly, I complain about all the aches and pains that come from early injuries and when older turn...
by Bonnie Jae Dane | Sep 28, 2023 | Imperfect Peace
I don’t understand my peer group. Recently, I’ve noticed they enjoy a La-Z-Boy life, usually with their companion animal lying next to them and a thermos of water in an attached cupholder. Some spend nights in their La-Z-Boys finding them more comfortable than a bed....