Tanya was threatened by my mother’s presence. After the phone call from her Grandmother to my Mom, Tanya decided she better make friends with me before we had to attend church together the following Sunday. 873 more words
I’m starting a new series of posts, ones that will probably be posted every once in awhile until they eventually peter out of existence, and it’s all about the things that happened during the last seventeen years of my life, told from my point of view. 1,369 more words
Do you think most fruit farms have a secret backup plan to grow green leafy vegetables? Check the name: OrChard.
I’ve got nothing in my forebrain urging itself to be committed to the page. I’m not driven to write right now and the only thing that’s pushing me forward is the proverbial carrot I’m dangling in front of my face. 698 more words