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Up To No Good

Up To No Good

My friend Betty June made living on the bend of Dismal Creek a reckless adventure we enjoyed while biding our time till leaving the hollers to become successful. We had no idea what success even looked like outside the place where we grew up. I thought having...

Redneck Boys

Redneck Boys

When sitting each morning on my meditation chair striving to become a better more humble person, my mind often wanders to a childhood full of redneck boys. They made my life a misery by grabbing at whatever part of my body they found appealing, and worse they would...

Is It Too Much to Ask?

Is It Too Much to Ask?

Ants dance on the petals of peonies and robins find my feet fascinating objects when I walk by. Coyotes hover on the periphery observant but shy enough for pleasant company. Altogether, nature turns my day into a charming event after I’ve spent the morning mulling...

Freedom

Freedom

Nearing seventy, I find freedom in my aloneness. No one to tell me when to eat, sleep, or milk the cows. No looming parents hovering nearby to make sure I ‘act right’ and eat my vegetables, even the disgusting canned green beans, limp as seaweed hanging from a whale’s...

Laughing Wildflowers

Laughing Wildflowers

I frighten people when expressing my desire to live in the higher realms with the mystics and all the dogs and cats who have shared my life. No doubt, they’re enjoying the beauty not found here, a place hidden under concrete, a cluttered landscape of transformers and...

The Bend of Dismal Creek

The Bend of Dismal Creek

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...

Something Significant

Something Significant

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...

Old Age Gear

Old Age Gear

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...

On Rainy Days

On Rainy Days

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...

A La-Z-Boy Life

A La-Z-Boy Life

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....

What Took You So Long?

My dog Yuki was a silent talker only heard by those who understood animal communication often called telepathy. It’s a language of love and vibrations traveling on the air waves to anyone receptive enough to hear these atmospheric sounds turn into words. The first day...

Stray Thoughts

Stray Thoughts

Sometimes, I fail to get ahold of my mind, which allows it to ramble silently over my failures, memories, and aspirations. Yes, even at almost seventy, I have aspirations, although I whittled them down some from wanting to be a Nobel Laureate and a girl champion...

An Arrestable Offence

An Arrestable Offence

If one more person tells me I laugh too much, I’m gonna split a gut laughing. I can’t help myself. I was born with a sense of the absurd and an ornery streak that makes the people around me uncomfortable over the possibility I might commit an arrestable offense. The...

A Dog’s Smile

A Dog’s Smile

People ask me why I use animals in my social media posts instead of people, especially when I’m calling attention to the life of a writer, the illusory world, or a dog’s smile being worth more than a Van Meer painting. Naturally, they wonder how my mind works and do I...

Inspiration for Where Cows Dance

Inspiration for Where Cows Dance

My novel Where Cows Dance expresses the good fortune of those of us who grew up with cows and experienced the tenderness of their feelings. Unfortunately, they are viewed by many as sub-human and more likely than not to be exploited for every piece of their bodies...

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