I feel like I was hit by a bus. This is a serious 4th of July hangover, I know it.… Read more The way “things are”
I feel like I was hit by a bus. This is a serious 4th of July hangover, I know it.… Read more The way “things are”
A lot of you may be missing baseball. Some of you are annoyingly parroting phrases like “the new normal” and… Read more Simple Game
I blinked at the flashing lights behind me. My stomach tightened. “I don’t think I was speeding.” My two young… Read more Expired
I’m a Pagan, a “witch,” a believer in old religions. My theological truths hold more spiritual meanings than most organized… Read more Paganism in a Monotheist/Atheist Society
Time flies when your writing about fries? Okay, so of all the topics I’ve taken on french fries are not… Read more 9 Years a Writer
https://woodsreader.com/marketplace-1/subscription The trees, the grass, the air. It’s all so meaningful when you take a moment to stop worrying about… Read more A Hiking Life
My 7 year old is obsessed with amphibians. I remember their allure from my childhood when I went through my… Read more From Gills to Lungs
I’m more than 10 days into my biannual writing hiatus. I like to work and there is still plenty to… Read more Oh that silly Hiatus
“Are you a good witch or a bad witch?” Pink glitter ruffles and smiles are great. They create plenty of… Read more Balance in a World of Extremes
Call it “toxic positivity” (yes this oxymoron now exists), I don’t care. I still believe that truth, justice, love, and… Read more Here we go, George Floyd…