Spitting Mad

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

From Another Country

Was this it? The moment somebody would call CPS on her horrific mothering decisions? WAS it a bad decision? She couldn’t be sure.

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…

Safety Dance

She woke with a hankering for good, local beer in an ice-cold glass. And, although she couldn’t quite explain it, she had a feeling the opportunity for one would present itself soon. Still, not one to leave such things to chance, she stopped at the corner market to grab a Kettlehouse Pale Ale, making sure…