Spitting Mad

She remained glued to the bench, daring the Yeller to approach – almost hungry for an altercation. “Bring it on, bitch,” she thought…

Far Too Many Fux

Awhile back (we’re talking last summer, y’all), I had the distinct pleasure of reading The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. I say it was a pleasure because I have a life-long habit of giving LOTS of f*cks about LOTS of things… making it extremely refreshing to imagine another way of being- one with…

Honestly, Y’all

A few weeks ago, I wrote what most deemed to be a pretty dark post. It wasn’t meant to be dark. It wasn’t a cry for help. At least, I don’t think it was… But several of my blog readers reached out to make sure I wasn’t crying into my beer with a shotgun in…