It’s Bad You Know


I have a story about this title, “It’s Bad You Know”. I’ll tell you at the end.  I just sat out on my front porch and watched the neighbor across the street catch his indoor kitty who had gotten outside while carrying a gallon milk. The neighbor, not the cat. I am assuming he just got back from the store. He doesn’t seem the type to just carry around a gallon of milk...

I Thought By Now

girl in water

I’d be granted a certain calmness.
I mean, aren’t we owed that? I know “fair” isn’t  a thing, but after you’ve reached the age where years have passed since you’re eligible for the Golden Buckeye card, there should be some pay off.


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