23 Jun
I need to say these things:
I bruise easily. Perhaps too easily.
I occupy no moral high ground.
I need to give people room to fuck up because God knows I have made plenty of room in my life for me to do so.
I … I’m trying.
As the pickers rifle through dusty junk in dilapidated barns with corrugated metal roofs, I see an entire way of life that has all but evaporated.
Hi Neighbor, Just a friendly request to PLEASE PUT THOSE LEAVES BACK ON THE TREES WHERE THEY BELONG, AND STOP LEAVING THEM ON THE CURB.
As I watched my mom look over the orchestra of plants she had been nursing for years and years, choosing which ones to pass on to me, I realized that she is passing a torch to me.
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Hey lady, I’m right there with you. Feeling crazy also. Aren’t we all? I was thinking about having some ladies over for some night porch time, since we still don’t have a couch. Are you down?